RubyWolfess

There can be incidents within this life where the world can seem like a rushing blur of images and words. Circling in the midst of chaos there is but one demand, for it all to stop. For the entire cycle of massing voices and roller-coaster of emotions to spill over and out to leave everything void will be the ultimate ecstasy. To be left empty without meaning or purpose can be bliss in a jar. Clear, glistening in the dim light, bearing all for prying eyes, each breath mists on bitter glass, revealing the smallest signal of life. Bowing down to ones knees opening arms lowering head down in servitude there is no need to hide in the dark. Shiver

Bondage, Ebbs resistance. Constraint, Grounds freedom. Hindrance, Vilifies innocence. Liberation, Justifies scars. Blood, Carries linage. Screams, Illuminate sensation. Reality, Creates lies. Fear, Is your own dominion. Don’t let you, Stand in the way, Of your own, Euphoria.

“Come little one…it’s time to meet your new daddy.” In the midst of the misting consciousness a voice takes hold. The voice is oddly familiar. The sensation of fear decreases to a certain degree. An image focuses from the clouding dark. It’s a man, tall and thin. His eyes gleam behind fragile rim glasses. His eyes, they are green like grass. His white coat has spots here and there with colors of pink and red. Paint, is appears to be paint. A small smile forms along the lips. Oh how much fun it is to paint. “Sin?” tiny and small the voice shatters the frail making of awakening consciousness. A strai

There are many things you don’t forget in your life. Losing your first baby tooth, meeting your best friend, losing the love of your life and how a gun barrel tastes. Smooth and gritty, the sting of fear is always apparent in most cases but it is sobering when fear in this case doesn't come when facing death. Time passes at micro pace, every small beat of the heart beats loudly in the ears. Blood rushes, filling the body with adrenaline.  So many words have been lost under course pretenses but none matters now. Mercy can only be felt by the holder of the gun. Yet, only if mercy isn't desired what is supposed to be felt, panic, numbnes

~Nine years later~ Darkness, it is merrily comforting. It has been for so long it has become a blanket of ease. Within the black there is a small voice. At first it is contorting and unclear but the tone come forth as soft and gentle. It is often said that music tames the wild beast. A low groan echoes while consciousness is very slowly awakened. “…awaken…” The command forces long closed eyes to snap open. The world is hazy and the shadows dance from the corners to flood all around. Pain registers very gradual. Dull at first it is suddenly fiery and sheering causing a cry of pain spit from the lips, along with a s

Darkness, it’s all that the memory holds. It is within this deep void voices echo, though overly distorting to the mind. The words can’t be made out but they are there nonetheless. The consciousness is sluggish, almost hesitant to come forth. The sensation of danger causes the body to tighten with adrenaline. “I’m scared…” a small tender voice calls. It belongs to a small girl from the way tremors lace her small tone. “Don’t worry, little one. It will all be over soon enough.” A male voice booms forth. “But…I want my daddy…” again the girl’s voice trembl