/lit/ - Literature

It seems like Im in something else's dream sometime. Floating along. Like Im actually in cavernous black catacombs. Slimy walls. Tightening into clastrophibc sewer tunnels. Cobblestone, rats. Mind in two places at onece. Deep in the miserable bowels, and in a prairie with grey skies and fierce wind. Crows cawwing. Creeping crawling things, slithering, beneath my own skin. Echoeing bellowing winds from the tunnels, creaking metal, thunder. Vile trick. Cruel existence. Its like falling into someone elses madness. It cant be my own. I see my own hands but they are somewhere else. A cement cell in the vicious ocean, rapids and torrential rain. I want to claw my retinas, deceiving bastards. Something vast, the dreamer, it feels like its above me, above the labrynth, observing the rats. Eating dist off the floor, hard to swwallow. Food tastes like shit. Vulgar thoughts beckon. Ghostly memories of snowy forest roads and being alone. Walking, wandering forward, I can barely squeeze through the hall: one side hard against my chest, the other against my back, I try to shoulder through. Loneliness I miss. in the great landscapes, where the distant winds and firmament are so far and im small without companion and the powerlines swing gently. But this place, this besement, this celler beneath the illusion, where I m drunk and angry and restlless, ghoulish and malnourished, this place isnt like the old dreams. Its anothers dream. Its full of hate. Great slow turning machinery crushing my skull, demons and imps feeding my parts into its gears. Ghasts and wisps a blizzard of dust, skin flakes and rat shit, hell is a black chamber, a razor pressed to tthe retina of afaggot in a coffin, sealed tight, sinking into wet cement. The next passage I cant see the walls through the black dark. Just the dense twisted metal, sharp beams of fence and razor wire, tangled rebar. Ah! Fucking pushed into the mess to my ribs are plucked from their home and entwined int the rust. Cant breathe in this kind of sulpher. A kid I was before. Big grey eyes in dream land, fuck him nobody knows whate hes up too. Adventures into lonely lands, stories for me with no one else. Vice corrupted, genitals with chains, in this torture prism. Demiurge, leviathon, beast, killer of innocence, wretched hand, I by your aggreagate of hate lost in your maze. Suicide, angel, self-killer, reap the mind, spread its ashes, sereity is the last moment. Eternity of eating dust, dusk magnificent, banish ye, allow my departure, where breathing gored bubbles miserable last huff, and off the toilet into nothing, sharp pain, cold nurturous nothing, let no life be after death I pray Jesus remember, annihilate me, show me this mercy.