First Chimerical MachinationWhisper. Rush. Move. Go.I have a small problem, you see. I sometimes have a bad memory, and remember things that never took place. Like for instance, thinking I had a backpack full of soda, when it was empty. Or a $20 bill I gave to somebody, but I never gave it. It was all just a dream.
or is it?Why is it that my dreams are so vivid? Why do I remember details so minute, yet cant remember peoples names? Why is it that I remember things that never happened? And why do I remember things from dreams I dont even remember having?! Its all too confusing
like why do I have these
episodes? Why is it that my body tries to kill itself with a sudden blood clot? What am I trying to stop myself from doing?
and why cant I find any answers?I dimly recall one dream, not too long ago. A long, yellow dragon was slithering atop of a long-forgotten supermarket, and would occasionally try to break into the car I was in. I was in silence fro
Chimerical Machinations 2Sorting It Out.I woke up with a yelp in my own room. I stared at the darkened corners of my room, the window with the streetlight passing dimly through, at my hands and feet to check and make sure I was still me. I tried to calm myself down. Just a dream, I kept repeating to myself, just a dream. After half an hour, I was able to let myself fall back asleep.I woke up tired that day. I had to go help cut my grandfathers lawn. He lets it grow nice and thick, so I always have to hack through it in order to cut it back down to normal. I reached down past my bed for my watch, but it wasnt there. Sitting up, I realized that it was on my penguin doll sitting on the corner of my bed. It was your average looking penguin doll filled with small plastic bean-bag beads- orange beak, orange flippers, round white tummy, black eyes. One eye had been chipped slightly giving it the impression of anger. I picked up my old watch and sniffed it. Yeah, I know, its weird, but I sniffed it
FailureI lie upon the floor, my heart is filled with hate.My fingers grip the knife I used to seal my fate.My eyes are cold and distant pressed in lost memories.I know that I am dying and it is my destiny.It is written on my forehead 'failure to extreme'Alone I die tonight... along with my dreams.I give up my life to hell; that is where I belong.Because no matter what I do it always ends up wrong.And as I lie their dying watching blood run free.I know it is the end, for it is the end of me.