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Alive in his tomb he lay.
She told him about their beautiful daughter, how she had grown, and how every night she cries herself to sleep asking for her Daddy back.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon-
She told him about the world, about the war with Iraq, and how his twin brother had been killed by friendly fire.
-But he only heard the lonely chime of a distant bell-
She told him about her lovers, the nitty-gritty of several brief affairs, what they did to her, what she did to them.
-But he only felt the numbness of falling, of sinking into the bottonless depths of a nameless sea-
She told him about the pills and the bottle of whiskey, and how she's ever fighting the temptation of suicide.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon, to the tolling of a distant bell, lost in the murky waters of a vast nowhere-
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But he never would again-
The fear had paralyzed him. Unimaginable fear. The kind that renders the body dead, leaving only the eyes and ears alive.
Just how he'd found himself in that infernal place was a secret only he could tell.
He heard the thud of falling bodies. Fresh corpse after fresh corpse. Men, women, boys and girls. One after another. Falling.
From the trapdoor in the ceiling they came. Thud. Their bloody and crumpled remains piling up like disgarded offal.
He couldn't see through the trapdoor. Thud. He wanted to see. Thud. Who were the perpetators of such unthinkable horror?
He heard their hideous gargled screams. The confusion. The terror. The moments of their deaths. Cut after cut. He heard it, but he couldn't see.
He was numbed with fear. Pure fear. The kind that renders the body dead, and leaves only the eyes and ears alive.
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But the firehorse would gallop on and on; the lonely bell would chime forever; and the empty ocean in which he was drowning would be deeper than his life-
She told him about their beautiful daughter, how she had grown, and how every night she cries herself to sleep asking for her Daddy back.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon-
She told him about the world, about the war with Iraq, and how his twin brother had been killed by friendly fire.
-But he only heard the lonely chime of a distant bell-
She told him about her lovers, the nitty-gritty of several brief affairs, what they did to her, what she did to them.
-But he only felt the numbness of falling, of sinking into the bottonless depths of a nameless sea-
She told him about the pills and the bottle of whiskey, and how she's ever fighting the temptation of suicide.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon, to the tolling of a distant bell, lost in the murky waters of a vast nowhere-
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But he never would again-
The fear had paralyzed him. Unimaginable fear. The kind that renders the body dead, leaving only the eyes and ears alive.
Just how he'd found himself in that infernal place was a secret only he could tell.
He heard the thud of falling bodies. Fresh corpse after fresh corpse. Men, women, boys and girls. One after another. Falling.
From the trapdoor in the ceiling they came. Thud. Their bloody and crumpled remains piling up like disgarded offal.
He couldn't see through the trapdoor. Thud. He wanted to see. Thud. Who were the perpetators of such unthinkable horror?
He heard their hideous gargled screams. The confusion. The terror. The moments of their deaths. Cut after cut. He heard it, but he couldn't see.
He was numbed with fear. Pure fear. The kind that renders the body dead, and leaves only the eyes and ears alive.
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But the firehorse would gallop on and on; the lonely bell would chime forever; and the empty ocean in which he was drowning would be deeper than his life-
Weird one :)
Superb, but who would expect anything less from you?
I really like this kind of thing.
Dunno why, just gets me.
Nice one
Dunno why, just gets me.
Nice one
Excellent as usual mate. You are wicked at little pieces like this (dunno that they called because it aint a story).
Alive in his tomb he lay.
She told him about their beautiful daughter, how she had grown, and how every night she cries herself to sleep asking for her Daddy back.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon-
She told him about the world, about the war with Iraq, and how his twin brother had been killed by friendly fire.
-But he only heard the lonely chime of a distant bell-
She told him about her lovers, the nitty-gritty of several brief affairs, what they did to her, what she did to them.
-But he only felt the numbness of falling, of sinking into the bottonless depths of a nameless sea-
She told him about the pills and the bottle of whiskey, and how she's ever fighting the temptation of suicide.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon, to the tolling of a distant bell, lost in the murky waters of a vast nowhere-
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But he never would again-
The fear had paralyzed him. Unimaginable fear. The kind that renders the body dead, leaving only the eyes and ears alive.
Just how he'd found himself in that infernal place was a secret only he could tell.
He heard the thud of falling bodies. Fresh corpse after fresh corpse. Men, women, boys and girls. One after another. Falling.
From the trapdoor in the ceiling they came. Thud. Their bloody and crumpled remains piling up like disgarded offal.
He couldn't see through the trapdoor. Thud. He wanted to see. Thud. Who were the perpetators of such unthinkable horror?
He heard their hideous gargled screams. The confusion. The terror. The moments of their deaths. Cut after cut. He heard it, but he couldn't see.
He was numbed with fear. Pure fear. The kind that renders the body dead, and leaves only the eyes and ears alive.
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But the firehorse would gallop on and on; the lonely bell would chime forever; and the empty ocean in which he was drowning would be deeper than his life-
She told him about their beautiful daughter, how she had grown, and how every night she cries herself to sleep asking for her Daddy back.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon-
She told him about the world, about the war with Iraq, and how his twin brother had been killed by friendly fire.
-But he only heard the lonely chime of a distant bell-
She told him about her lovers, the nitty-gritty of several brief affairs, what they did to her, what she did to them.
-But he only felt the numbness of falling, of sinking into the bottonless depths of a nameless sea-
She told him about the pills and the bottle of whiskey, and how she's ever fighting the temptation of suicide.
-But he only saw a firehorse galloping across the moon, to the tolling of a distant bell, lost in the murky waters of a vast nowhere-
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But he never would again-
The fear had paralyzed him. Unimaginable fear. The kind that renders the body dead, leaving only the eyes and ears alive.
Just how he'd found himself in that infernal place was a secret only he could tell.
He heard the thud of falling bodies. Fresh corpse after fresh corpse. Men, women, boys and girls. One after another. Falling.
From the trapdoor in the ceiling they came. Thud. Their bloody and crumpled remains piling up like disgarded offal.
He couldn't see through the trapdoor. Thud. He wanted to see. Thud. Who were the perpetators of such unthinkable horror?
He heard their hideous gargled screams. The confusion. The terror. The moments of their deaths. Cut after cut. He heard it, but he couldn't see.
He was numbed with fear. Pure fear. The kind that renders the body dead, and leaves only the eyes and ears alive.
"Wake up." She whimpered. "Please, hear me...."
-But the firehorse would gallop on and on; the lonely bell would chime forever; and the empty ocean in which he was drowning would be deeper than his life-