Posted by Ariadne Luciferi
The Dream
Somewhere within one?s mind or as they see from my perspective the dreams as they are painted into a dark memory. It is in those periods within a darkness that is unfathomable to understand or comprehend what stands within them. From those dreams become the echo of what I used to see when I sat in the pews, the dark being that I couldn?t begin to say or tell of what it meant. It draws from the self-destruction of a dark mind when it is all that remained. The thought that becomes a nightmare written from a unforeseen memory. In the beginnings, or as the memories are painted in the walls of a darker mind it stands among the patterns when the body sleeps. The words which become and the ones who were told, all the memories shown deeper in the hells within. The paranoia grows as a beast and a cancer that couldn?t be imagined to be ?? those things as they are seen within the dreams that one didn?t want to face or describe in the open. Even within the dreams one can feel around the walls, and they breathe with a life of their own. In the places becoming as setting of their own, and a pace that pounds with the blood flowing within the vital organs.
While it leads from the body sleeps, the mind wanders from one dark place to the next. Among them in shadows gathering and standing still, it leads into a place that one describes as a psychological hell. In the piece of mind, one staring down the hallways and feeling around the walls much as a bat using sound to get around in the darker caverns ?? and the concrete caverns which take one further into a hell that crosses the River Styx. From that sense, it becomes the perspective of the tormented when it becomes the surfacing madness of the dark mind. In them become a shadowing perspective as they would come from a distorted perspective; one that stands with in eyes of oneself. In those described, Storm found herself further into a nightmare drawn from a complex description that cannot be said in the mere words ?? only in the eternities left behind by those who died years past.
?The failures to communicate are in the shadows upon us,? She heard someone say in the darkness. It was in a form of a faint whisper, ?It becomes from those failures that gather within one?s dreams and echoes of memory when they are left behind. Not even the God of the Christians can deliver them from this kind of darkness within the mind, blacker in the surface when it is only the beginning of all that haunts the memory. It becomes the horrors that live within the piece of mind, knowing and wandering within the memories as ghosts that died long ago. ?
From every nightmare, it has a macabre beginning and one that cannot be drawn to the surface. Finding the words to describe what stands within them, though it becomes an echo of something more complex and perplexing by the second. While it becomes from the ideas of the perverse, a mind that gathers within the nightfall as one listens to the whispers in a silence that cannot be said ?? though it would be within the breathing walls they could be heard. The building pounds within its walls like some living being without a soul. Almost if it was possessed by something beyond a human realm. With each step and shadow dwelling in them, become an echo of a macabre self-destruction. Dwelling within them become the nightmares wandering within the shadows of the eyes that belong to oneself, or the many counterparts of one's self. In the nightmares one can smell the burning sulfur within the walls, and the telling of them become the eyes that are left in the memory surfacing of a darkness within the things that a human mind can never understand. Even within a whispered prayer when the silence becomes ever so deafening; in the blacker mind becomes the horror within the surface of a sleeping body.
Among the stages where the dream takes, it would become the thing within the sleep that lay within the years. A withered shadow becomes the haunting years as it remained; knowing it would be among the fears waiting from the memory ?? enclosed around the walls that breathe. In the closer it becomes a darkness that cannot be fathomed as the thing dwelling within them don?t have a name. Among them when they gather, and the sleep dwindles upon the body ?? it wanders in the places and living walls as a beast without teeth or eyes but they know when someone wanders the halls. Slipping into the unconsciousness, it becomes the shadow of the unreal ? yet drawn into them it becomes another type of reality. One reality that would appear so black and cold, so cold that one cannot tell if they were living or dead. It becomes the nature of the failures of the mind become the reasons the nightmares are there, for them to gather and maim among the psychological autobiographic sketch within the patterns of sleep. In the places when the body sleeps, the landscapes which gather of the mind become the details of something so distant and alien ?? among them they gather within an obscure sketch. In them become the sands of time when they run cold, as the touch of death itself becomes the ever present thing within the nightmares. A surface where the mind cannot begin to reach, but the patterns of them stretch beyond what the eye is able to see. In a morbid confusion it becomes the thing that dwells in a darkness, a type of darkness drawn from an old death. Beneath them it would become in a shade, as described to be the Shades of Hades.
All the pictures painted from a dark mind, and it is within the nightmares gathered within the walls that breathe. Within lines of people who don?t have a face they stand looking, and walking in a single file one place to another. Walking past the four walls surrounding within the building which is very much a living being. Oh God! ?? it?s alive! Within the revelations that follow one?s patterns of sleep they are living within the psyche of a tormented soul. Within the mind one sees, all that dwells within the mind that belongs to this once supreme decadent evil. The horrors that gather within the walls are the blasphemous in the nature they remained, knowing as it would be similar to those of the dreams referring to the nurses without their mouths. The things that gather within the breathing walls become the beginning of the ever-living nightmares gathering within a darker region of the human mind. Within the ever-living nightmares it becomes the haunted reality when it dawned upon oneself ?? that reality as seen from the perspective of the one known as the underground spawn. In those observations one can feel each part of the wall breath and pound, much as it has some kind of heart beat ?? in some perverse form of life breathing in its structure. Within the blacker mind it becomes the horrors told within a memory that is left among the passages of an old death. Of what becomes seen and told becomes a macabre testament, to them when it gathers within the mind and nightmares become a form of a cancer that eats away at the psyche. Even when one looks into the halls, the presence of the faceless lines still be there walking as they were some form of micro-organism.
That perspective within the nightmares that are real! ?? the horror where the breathing structures dwell as some daemon becomes a reality for what cannot become fathomable. Growing from the causes within the horror as they dwelled in the psychological surface of the never-ending hell. Living within the eyes as they are told within the horrors that are left to be conceived, after all that is told within the breathing walls it was yet to become among the blasphemous believed. Gathered among a revelation, within a black ?? crawling perverse horror which couldn?t die, as a cancer it eats away at the mind. In the new beginnings, it is from the echo of memory left behind as one hears the blasphemous whispers told in a darkness that cannot be said in the open. Among the passages dwelling within the cancer that grows from the nightmares, within all that quells in a shadow ?? the waiting mind when it is there among them inside a deafening whisper.
?Follow us, we are the way and the light,? she heard them say. Synchronized voices- hearing the whispers as they grew louder ?? Oh God! In the sense, has one gone mad? That madness! she brings upon the horrors that are in a revelation of the tormented mind, and from them become the years within a hell that is never-ending in a psychological sense. It becomes from when one dwells within hours of sleep, and the silent murmurs of breath come from them. The words heard in the darkness, the faintest whispers... ?Follow us.?
?Where is thou in these decadent dreams, riddles upon riddles- where is the door in which I shall reveal unto thee, the true essence of thy self! Do I even exist...anymore.? She heard, as if it was directly her voice which had spoken them, continuously hearing them as walls breath even louder ?? almost if the whole God damned place was alive! Every explanation of the unexplained seemed to die with the understanding that was around them, almost if the pastor?s understanding is one that never made some sort of sense. Of what dwelled within the dreams crawled without a beginning, or an end for that matter ?? the crowds of the faceless continued without a direction. It was almost chilling, more hideous for words to describe as the walls devoured the lines as the picture of devils who devoured souls one by one. From them in the gathered horrors, the witness to the nightmare was the from the perspective of a memory of what she once was, and still IS. A shadow of the cancer growing in the mind of a landscape, becoming a horror within a gothic nightmare that won?t end without its beginnings. From them become the horror within the eyes when the thorns tear into the veins. A silence of where not even the God of the Christians could even respond to it ?? among them which become the years of a lost congregation. It becomes from a darker reality as it is drawn from the passages of a mind as they live within the memory as it is eaten away by the emotional cancer. The biological madness as it wanders around as a beast without a face ?? without any teeth but at the same time, like a vampire it takes up a blood meal. Within the nightmares as they become, they are penned from the eyes of the underground Mage who only sees her pages by the light of an old lamp which is fueled by oil. She sees only a world as it gathers in lines of people who are without a face; they walk to a being whose similar to the Devil and she watches them become devoured head first. They were too blind to see the horror as their deaths become the evident thing, the waiting of the being known as Abaddon.
The head of a goat and wings spread out in tattered black. In the background which dwells in the cancer eating away at the psyche was the Baphomet. It becomes the horrors that cannot be defined by science, religion or medicine ?? just that it becomes the things that are said but unspeakable in the eyes of God! In horrors foretold that become the creation?s demise, words described in on single reference and that being ?? abomination. In the darkness laying broken, she found myself awaking within the dream; a dream within a dream...and from this in the pitch darkness of an early winter nightfall. She had seen many dark revelations brought forth upon the world of man...and she was only but one of these which plagued the earth , others were soon to follow.