Hallucinations
Oct 27, 2012 11:09:52 GMT -6
Post by Bardiel on Oct 27, 2012 11:09:52 GMT -6
Just a drop of ideas for some of Bardiels break downs. Inspired somewhat by the Tick of all things. Basicaly a bunch of his dreams and nightmares, Bardiel's reality is warped and this is kind of how he views the world.
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I think I need to find some help.
A couple huddled in the bones of some ancient coliseum which easily predated the Eternal City. Its existence was as much a secret as the communion between the two who lay amongst its eaves, searching for answers and sanctuary within each others embrace. Here time stood still, a fragile limbo of peace, a step outside of a fate held at bay by their will and the vain hope that empathy might mend the schism of prejudice. But the future came for them, hunting on silent wings, lost beneath the whispering song of their shared soul.
“We’ve come for the child.”
It had not taken long for the first generation of angels to discover mortality, and they were quick to turn their weapon on themselves. A harmony that goes so much deeper then passion, a reconciliation that would soon be known as love by some, was discovered first. But angels are immortal creatures, and like the coliseum of secrets, an eternity does weather even the most pure melody. Love was the knife that drew across the jugular of Eden, where the burning ones still reside next to God, unfeeling, soulless and pure.
“Give me your hand.”
I think I’ll find another way. Think happy thoughts. Compassion, comfort, commitment, marriage. What do all these things have in common? The letter ‘C’! Well except for marriage that is.
It was over. The Gates lay in ruin, the Eternal city with its crystal spires were burning. Looking up he could see Heaven in flames and the stars, all of them long dead, claimed millennia ago by the Abyss, slowly disappear from the sky, one by one. Hell had simply tumbled into the darkness, its foundations weak from rot, feeding the insatiable gluttony of entropy that was even now devouring the world. Somewhere, he could feel the Flame of Creation splutter and choke as it died trying to stave off the encroaching Void.
Although humanity had been consumed early on, its remains still littered their realm. But it was little more then just rubble and necrotic flesh moulded to amuse the childish mind of the creature that was, even now, feeding off the last of the light. Some of its favourites wandered the world still, silent martyrs to the end of times. They danced and twitched in mockery of the friends and lovers they once were, unable to stop the charade until they exhausted the dark energy that fuels them.
“I’m sorry Mother. I couldn’t do it.”
Alone in the wasteland of the apocalypse a ghost laments loves curse. However heavy her burden of shame is to bare, it would have been nothing compared to the wound the sword the first angels forged would have opened. A wound so deep, more powerful then all things, a terrible pain that would have even withstood the end of all things, loves curse. The line between what is selfish and selfless.
This is crazy, I’m crazy. Where am I? It feels a lot like that place I’ve been before. Yeah I’ve been here before. It’s ‘lost’, population; me.
In the end it didn’t matter, as soon as the light goes out even that malevolent shadow in the Abyss will get swallowed by the darkness as it turns to consume even itself. All will be undone, just as they planned. No more feeling, no more souls, no more impurity. Only Eden and God.
From the outside, it seems I’ve gone insane. On the surface it appears the world just ended. But what really ended? What really happened? COME ON BRAIN, GET FREAKY WITH ME! I’m a woman, you’re a man. I prefer to put my pants on both legs at a time, but what difference does it make? I’ll tell you! Nothing! ’Cos we’re all just trying to fight off loneliness with love!
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I think I need to find some help.
A couple huddled in the bones of some ancient coliseum which easily predated the Eternal City. Its existence was as much a secret as the communion between the two who lay amongst its eaves, searching for answers and sanctuary within each others embrace. Here time stood still, a fragile limbo of peace, a step outside of a fate held at bay by their will and the vain hope that empathy might mend the schism of prejudice. But the future came for them, hunting on silent wings, lost beneath the whispering song of their shared soul.
“We’ve come for the child.”
It had not taken long for the first generation of angels to discover mortality, and they were quick to turn their weapon on themselves. A harmony that goes so much deeper then passion, a reconciliation that would soon be known as love by some, was discovered first. But angels are immortal creatures, and like the coliseum of secrets, an eternity does weather even the most pure melody. Love was the knife that drew across the jugular of Eden, where the burning ones still reside next to God, unfeeling, soulless and pure.
“Give me your hand.”
I think I’ll find another way. Think happy thoughts. Compassion, comfort, commitment, marriage. What do all these things have in common? The letter ‘C’! Well except for marriage that is.
It was over. The Gates lay in ruin, the Eternal city with its crystal spires were burning. Looking up he could see Heaven in flames and the stars, all of them long dead, claimed millennia ago by the Abyss, slowly disappear from the sky, one by one. Hell had simply tumbled into the darkness, its foundations weak from rot, feeding the insatiable gluttony of entropy that was even now devouring the world. Somewhere, he could feel the Flame of Creation splutter and choke as it died trying to stave off the encroaching Void.
Although humanity had been consumed early on, its remains still littered their realm. But it was little more then just rubble and necrotic flesh moulded to amuse the childish mind of the creature that was, even now, feeding off the last of the light. Some of its favourites wandered the world still, silent martyrs to the end of times. They danced and twitched in mockery of the friends and lovers they once were, unable to stop the charade until they exhausted the dark energy that fuels them.
“I’m sorry Mother. I couldn’t do it.”
Alone in the wasteland of the apocalypse a ghost laments loves curse. However heavy her burden of shame is to bare, it would have been nothing compared to the wound the sword the first angels forged would have opened. A wound so deep, more powerful then all things, a terrible pain that would have even withstood the end of all things, loves curse. The line between what is selfish and selfless.
This is crazy, I’m crazy. Where am I? It feels a lot like that place I’ve been before. Yeah I’ve been here before. It’s ‘lost’, population; me.
In the end it didn’t matter, as soon as the light goes out even that malevolent shadow in the Abyss will get swallowed by the darkness as it turns to consume even itself. All will be undone, just as they planned. No more feeling, no more souls, no more impurity. Only Eden and God.
From the outside, it seems I’ve gone insane. On the surface it appears the world just ended. But what really ended? What really happened? COME ON BRAIN, GET FREAKY WITH ME! I’m a woman, you’re a man. I prefer to put my pants on both legs at a time, but what difference does it make? I’ll tell you! Nothing! ’Cos we’re all just trying to fight off loneliness with love!