Saturday, February 2, 2013

you have llisten to me

it's all been a lie. a joke. a goddamn PERFORMANCE. i can't stay here long. can't stop moving. have to... i'm out. for now, i'm out. i mmang ed to... putll from his strings. threads. .
                                                                   
                                                                                                                               from the RED

                         but it won't

stay that way if i don't keep moving. i have to ggetttttttt

         no



                         no time for that
       
                                                                                                                      not that


              listen to me. its been a mask. this whole time, it was a DAMN MASK and i didn't SEE he didn't LET me see kept a hand over my eyes and his other on my throat i just...


                                            there was never a "Valtiel"

                 
                                                                                                                                it's all been screwed up. all shambled around and rewritten to include him. to give me a history with him thatt never happened. that never existed because HE never existed!! i know...
                                                                                                           i know the name. from tjhe records in the Organization there is some biarrre mountain man something on the other proxy-but-maybe-not named Valtiel who does show up every so often but he could be one or several but it DOESN'T MATTER because it's the scarf. The RED scarf and the AMBER EYES that don't match that don't EXIST that was purely HIM purely


Redlight


        he's alive. more than alive, he's building. destroying. tearing through everything and he's not even wearing his FACE. he's worn it before. he's visited several of you. the Organization is decimated and his N - E - T - W - O - R - K never stops GROWING. Spreading. FEEDING on itself like a virus. Father hasn't interfered, Father


                                              i'm not
                                                             a proxy anymore


                                                                                                                      he
                                                                                                             T
                                                                                                        O
                                                                                                    R
                                                                                                E
                                                                                        it
                                                                                             out  of  me


                                to make me
                  
                                                     h
                                                      i
                                                      s

                                                            to put me on strings and just...









Winston.




i'm so sorry






I'm so sorry for what I did
                                                 to you for not
                                                                                  LISTENING to you for not
                                                                                                                                            for not...
pleease
forrgivemee
i couldnt llose him a sec                     
                                      ondd t ime



icouldnt




               and th en i couldt stand 
                           losing 
                                    youu



                                                                        i couldnt L OSE you not like
                                                                                                                        that


                         god not liek thatt...








you were always my voice of reason







                                                                            
 my
        thoughhtss
                         my screa ms upon 
                                                       hhis strinngsss
            became your v voice
becaame
you


beca me






my

last


rope  hope



against him




against



the RED




the RED in everything that PULSES FROM EVERYTHING that IS everything that follows me haunts me HUNTS me SMOTHERS ME until i can't breathe can't run can't do anything butt be swallowed by it again by HIM again and his grip tightens on my throat my mmind my ssoouul and it wontstopburning



godhelpme



it isn't ever ggoing too stop








HE ISN'T EVER G OING TO
S     -     T     -     O     -     P



5 comments:

  1. My oh my, Jester.

    Took you long enough, didn't it?

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  2. Wait...Redlight? Are you talking about Redlight?

    Isn't he, you know, DEAD?

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    1. There is Always a Redlight.

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    2. If there were always a Redlight, then nothing would ever move. Traffic would last FOREVER.

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    3. That would really depend on the willingness of the drivers to turn back, take a left, and go around.

      Not that it really matters. Redlights rarely last long.

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