The Demented Poet

Read and Enjoy the weird tale of a poet that lost his mind, part inspired by Alesana’s Album, “The Emptiness” (If you love screamo and don’t know them, I would be very shocked right now)

THE DEMENTED POET

“Insanity is a blood curdling concept, in which its affliction is worse than expressed to the world. Gloom hangs over like a heavy cloak, and looms over us like the dreaded grim reaper; flashing depression at us as its scythe, taking over lives…

Yet we still live— as ghosts of ourselves, shedding our past emotions like old skin withering away without use— Insanity is indeed a surreal concept.

Don’t you think so?”

I look up after the last line from the faded paper at your figure suspended in mid-air.

The ropes hanging from the ceiling that bind you give an extra effect to your torn dress hanging limply from your shoulder, and your long hair blowing softly in the soft breeze coming in from the window opposite us. The moon— our only source of light, seems so cold and lifeless tonight.

Did I really think there was anything magical within that glowing sphere?

The more I gaze at it, the more I see the moon turn red.

The hue began to deepen until it can be likened to crimson with so much liquidity at the surface I almost expected to drip and rain blood from the sky.

“Oh No! The moon is white again! I need to see more of that lovely color.”

Your green eyes widen as I bring out the blade, It is shiny, so wonderfully sharp. It only took a little pressure at the tip to release that wonderful color; a dramatic contrast to my skin. Your ivory skin is so flawless—I wonder how crimson would look on you…

Your arm is so pretty Diane; see the crimson liquid flowing down your hand… tastes better than mine though.

Why do you keep trying to scream? I had to bind those lovely lips of yours, yet you still make effort. And what are those dripping from your face? You can’t be so happy as to express such joyful tears on my behalf. I’ve not been that good a guy seriously. But I try.

I’ve always admired your silken hair Diane; can I keep a lock with me? I knew you’d accept.

Oops! It seems like I cut a little too much.

Your hair is so pretty Diane; let me put it next to mine on the floor here.

I remember all our times together Diane; it was so sad when we broke up. But I’m here now. Aren’t you happy to see me?

Diane… why aren’t you answering?

Maybe a little pressure along your leg will help you loosen up. Wow, more of that lovely color. And it still tastes better than mine.

You like that Diane? Does it feel good?

Why won’t you answer ME?!

Stop kicking me! Alright I’ll pay attention to this leg too if that’s what you want.

Stop Squirming!

 

Remember how I loved to trace your spine? Do you like that Diane?

Oh… that lovely color again.

I wish you could see it Diane; it’s down your back though.

Maybe I should take a picture and show it to you.

Let me just leave this wedged in your back.

I’ll be back soon.

Stench Wave: Group Meeting gone Wrong.

“What was that?”

I turned around just in time to see that Rose had passed out on the floor. I glared at the others as they gathered around her.

“Who dealt it?” I yelled, scanning the group. The small room was already getting hotter, and there was no fan, and if the air conditioning was on it would be doing more harm than good. Why were we even here in the first place? I think it had something to do with the group assignment. Right now there was no light, and I couldn’t think straight.

“Someone please open the window.” I said, fanning myself with a magazine. Jide had already carried Kate to the desk by the windowsill in a bid to revive her. I tried to assist by fanning her with the magazine.

“She’s still out cold.” Chidinma said in a worried voice.

“Don’t panic— we’ll get her up soon.” I said, trying to sound like I had everything under control.

Ebuka hadn’t said anything all this while. He came up to where Jide put Rose and shrugged. “I’m sorry guys but this one is needed.”

“What are you talking ab—  Haba Ebuka what was that for?!”

Ebuka laughed as we all scrambled to get away from the new stench wave. It was worse than the first. I was tempted to jump out of the window… but we were on the third floor… and I’ve never jumped out of a window before.

Just then we heard someone cough.

“Gosh what happened? EW!”

It was our turn to laugh as we watched Rose kick Ebuka in the gut in an attempt to get off the window seat.

“You could have at least said you dealt it earlier.” Chidinma said as we helped him up.

“I… I didn’t.” Ebuka said while attempting to catch his breath.

“But… You just—”

“I just figured that if one wave could knock her out, then maybe one could bring her back.”

We just stared at him blankly.

“Like two negatives making a positive” he said with a shrug.

Ebuka is such a weirdo.