Vizard
Nobody know the crooked face that hides beneath the sheaving mask.
While in the mask they see a friend,
Beneath the mask a rotting corpse,
Only a remnant of what once was someone.
What once had feelings,
Seek’d a friend,
What wanted to blend in.
That person is long gone,
Slowly carved away beneath the stormy wind that scraped every grain of sand off’f him.
All that was left: a scarring mask.
A painting hung over a hole,
A paster rubbed into a wall.
A happy cheery face,
It smiled “Hi”’s and “Bye”’s,
It told you it was fine!
For that was true the mask was fine,
But beneath the mask the now dead corpse.
It’s tear rolls down it’s grey pale skin,
It’s hands unable to wipe off the tear,
To stand up.
To go and try to rest,
Or breathe,
To say a word.
The person that once lived beneath,
He was a flower yet to bloom,
Cut low,
And early.
It’s vocal chords ripped out,
Unable now to speak a word,
Frightened,
And alone.
It didn’t care it moved through every single day.
It lived it’s life not touching yours,
It wanted more but… what can one plea for when just a remnant of a person.
An empty shell,
Stuffed with rubber and tears.
The days that once streamed by so fast,
Now take a stop,
Stuck,
No way forth,
The anchor that was being build is way to heavy now.
Drowned down beneath ocean of regrets.
A final bubble hits the surface,
It send a ripple through the calm.
Late,
To late,
For to the ripple came to see a group,
But it’s to late to save you now,
For you’re far gone,
Forever.
Imortality of Mortality
WARNING CONTAINS GRAPHIC GORE
When I Die, If I Die
The peachy, rosy sun’s rays were faintly reflecting through the window into a dark room of a mansion. This room is ancient in its appearance, cracked walls, ash covered floor, and dark burned marks on all surfaces. In fact this mansion burned fifty years prior killing every resident of the mansion leaving an empty stone prisony shell of a mansion, left to be abandoned and lonely forever, or so it seemed. Since in fact it wasn’t empty it was certainly a prison but not empty not in the slightest. In that very room that I have just described to you sits a fine gentleman wearing a woolen cloak, and thick lined glasses, also wearing a cavalier's hat. In his two hands he held a skull with crimson sticky blood stains splashed across its face. Inside could be heard a faint moist squishing noise, like stepping into a swamp, when he turned and looked around at the skull. Then he stood up looking at the window with a thin frown he tossed the skull, it on impact with the wall cracked to bits out a moist pink mess of something that looked like a swarm of fleshy bloody worms, a brain. The gentlemen tossed a hood over his head and climbed down the wall of the mansion where awaited him a dark black stallion who’s bones could be seen pushing on the skin from the inside due to a lack of food. This didn’t alter the horse's speed though, not in the slightest. The horse let out a loud heee-haaa and stormed off into the thick forest vanishing from sight.
Not far in a village, at the bottom of a valley, came a report of a missing woman. In the office sat at the time of the report prof. Groitindel, he was a well known professor at the time, he specialized in philosophy. He found this case particularly interesting as the woman, aged fourteen, was found missing in the morning, with a large blood stain on her bed. Evidence pointed at murder but no possible culprit could be found as everyone in the town adored Dianna. What peeked Prof. Groitindel’s interest was how the rest of the town reacted to this case, life continued like nothing before the bazaars flooded like always people whispering to each other fun gossip. The professor's opinion or more properly the decision of this case was to just wait and see what happens.
One by one in the night sky popped bright orbs of light, stars, followed by their all large queen, the moon. The lonely Mansion soon again became filled with the presence of the gentleman, with him he carried in the body of a man. He laid the body on the stone floor, pulling out a dagger from within his cloak, before quickly glancing around he shut the doors to the mansion beginning his work. First he slowly disassembled the man , this process involved one by one slowly detaching every limb from the torso. The gentleman tossed away the arms and legs as he found no joy of playing with them. As he slowly cut the stomach open, spirits of blood burst out staining all the surrounding. The gentleman pulled out the long saggy gore cover intestines pulling them out like a long starchy rope, squashing under the force of his hands leaving blood cover handprints sprawled across the intestines. He plopped it down on the ground, coiling down below like a snake at rest. Next he by beeding down with the handle of his dagger broke off the ribs and tossed them away. Proceeding next to go through a large group of different organs most of which he threw out to the side, well except the stomach that popped in his hands spilling acid on the ground flapping in a loose sheet of fleshy stomach lining. The gentlemen then proceeded to take a small drink from his leather flask before continuing his task. Finally, reaching the heart which he quickly grabbed with anger almost dropping it. Chanting into the air angrily, “You unrestricted prick!” As he proceeded to stab the heart repeatedly before tossing it full force at the wall it with a squeaking noise stuck to the wall and slowly dripped off in an almost liquid form, forming a gory soup on the ground below. The man proceeded to pick up the head and kick it. Afterward he made sure his cloak was on properly and tossed his hood over his head before riding off on his dark stallion into the early rays of the new day.
Hot rays warmed the bright green grass. Everything in the world seemed so cheerful and happy! Other than the new missing report, a man aged twenty, Hugh. Conditions of the case almost identical, a blood stain in the bed. The Professor was left stumped, so he decided to get an assistant, he chose an old friend whom he knew for many years now, Count Rafion. A technical count but, really this meant nothing other than he had a bit of a fortune. The two of them sat discussing motives and possibilities: “Could it be possible that Dianna killed herself in the forest and then Hugh, possibly her secret lover, went looking for her and when he found her he killed himself?” Offered Rafion to Grointindel.
“Not likely, There were blood stains in their beds,” Rejected the professor, scratching his chin unsure of what to do. “We have to do something! What if more people start vanishing, at this point I’m certain its murder.”
“Where could your set murderer have hidden the bodies then?” Asked Rafion giving a questioning look at Grointindel. It was now evening again and the tension was high in the room as the professor frantically tried to come up with a solution.
“Who’ve ever done this must’ve hid the bodies in the forest.” Whispered to himself the professor dismissing Rafion. Making a final decision to wait a few more nights for more evidence.
The glory of the dark night sky rose up again, the faint taps of the dark stallion getting near where it was getting loud, until finally out of the thick forest it appeared its eyes flashed a reflecting bright red. The gentleman hopped off the stallion and quickly entered the mansion this time paying less attention to the surroundings just quickly closing the doors behind him. He didn’t bring a body this time, in fact he began carrying away the troops and remains of his last two victims he shoved the skeletal remains of Dianna into the closet with a faint crack as he slammed it closed hanging a lock on it which he locked. Next came the hard part: getting rid of all the crimsony mess of flesh that lay sprawled across the floor both on and under his wooden bent table. He grabbed the larger chunks like the hand and legs and tossed them out the window where the howls of wolves could be heard enjoying their late night snack just served to them. He then scooped up the guts and shoved them down a bag that he brought with a squishy gooey noise, he then grabbed the rest of the organs doing the same, each one a slightly different sound and splash of blood splashed out staining his dark cloak. He then ran over to the wall where at the bottom laid the heart that he had stabbed so many times the night prior. He picked up the mess and placed it in a different bag delicately. Then he set everything up carefully almost as though he was expecting a guest, he set up the table even placing roses in a vase. Then he heard a crack almost a footstep outside and he quickly hid behind a corner. In walking in a young girl probably aged fifteen, she looked around confused at what the noises might have been. The gentleman under his breath muttered, “What did she forget here?” Then with a sigh he pulled out his dagger and with a swift pattern of motions he slowly emerged out of the corner before striking her in her back with a force that would send someone unconscious without the use of a dagger. She fell on the ground with a splatter of blood and a loud falling noise. He quickly pulled her aside and onto his stallion, riding off into the forest at some point he just tossed her off the horse, her body jolting on the impact with the ground, the horse stomping over here and continuing to run.
The light emerged soon, pushing away the nights dark and rising to shine over the whole town. One new missing report, again, except this one was different. There was no blood stain in her bed, and her sister said she left to check where the weird sounds were coming from. The professor sat Rafion in front of him, “There house was near the abandoned mansion.” The professor thought out loud, though the professor didn’t notice but at this Rafion gave a quick nervous smile and quickly whipped it off his face and looked the other way. “We aren’t gonna just sit here anymore, we can't, that's absurd, people are dying!”
“I agree, and I can personally guard the mansion tonight! And I swear I will guard it well,” said Rafion with a serious look, Grointindel nodding his head slowly in agreement.
“See what the one thing I don’t understand is what is the motive here. Someone clearly had hate or something towards Hugh and Dianna, The other girl um Catala, maybe she just caught ’em and whoever is doing this killed her,' ' Proposed The Professor, thinking afterward but what hate did they feel towards Dianna, or Hugh? He glanced around thinking. He Dismissed Rafion. Rafion was mostly there for company, well now he’s here to make sure it's not to do with the mansion. Grointindel began strolling in a long walk along the forest when he saw there thick within something laying on the ground motionless. He ran over to find it to be a body, the body of Catla. Laying there on the ground a cockroach coming in and out of her mouth, a few crows pecking at her trying to get to the meat, a mess of blood and flesh was all that's left of her right leg. He flipped her over with a stick and a ton, possibly over three hundred little flies and fruit flies rose out of her quickly escaping, prof. Grointindel took a few steps before vomiting, covering the dead sticks and grass in vomit as the stench hit his nose, the stench of death and dung. He brought a group of men to bring back the body to his office to investigate, there was one thing clear about the body: it was stabbed in the back with brutal force. The professor put on gloves and tried to pick up her one arm to expose the back more but it just broke off popping off like a branch off a tree. He could see a clear horse print on the back this surprised him, this meant that whoever killed her most likely carried the body away from the initial place of murder.
Night rose over the city all but two were happily in bed resting and sleeping, even Grointindel was fast asleep. On a dark stallion rode The gentlemen, not alpine this time with him sat on the horse his beloved mademoiselle. The town of them arrived at the mansion He helped her down off his horse with a small bow. He led her in and sat her down at the table where just two nights ago he’d killed Hugh. She glanced around a little bewildered at the nasty of the place. “Why’d you bring me here tonight?” She asked her eyebrows high, her delicate peachy face lit up by the solo candle that lit up the whole room.
“I brought you here so we can rule this place together, just think of it, Count Rafion and Madame Hergina!” He exclaimed to her in excitement she frowned at him, her small rosy lips curling.
“This place is disgusting! There are blood stains on that wall and why would I marry you?” She said bewildered at his bizarre statement. She sat down and crossed her legs. Rafion stumbled a bit before catching back up to himself.
“This mansion was full of people and a single candle falling killed every single one who once lived here but the mansion lives on! Only destined for the best for you! For us!” He nearly yelled. Looking around she sat there fussing, her brow confused at what he’s trying to say. “See we don’t have to stoop, we can rise and shine, we can change this world, we can sculpt it like a rock!”
“Rafion-”
“Remember Dianna how she always annoyed you, made fun of you?” He asked out of nowhere.
“Well, yeah,” She stumbled not understanding where he was heading with this conversation but unfolded her legs growing tense. She glanced around the room finding only a locked closet and stained floor and Walls.
He pulled out a key of his cloak and unlocked the closet, “Hasn't been bothering you lately hasn’t she?” He said as he swung the closet door open Dianna’s bones at fleshy stains remained tumbled out onto the floor. Hergina stood her eyes wide and her hands over her mouth in horror. “You know Hugh that, Prick, who couldn’t stop tossing an eye at you, well look where his heart brought him!” He exclaimed, pulling out the remains of Hughe's heart and tossing it brutally onto the ground, blood squirting in all directions.
“You're mad! You’ve gone psycho!” Hergina exclaimed in anguish.
“Why say such things! Why fuss if you can join me?” He asked with genuine confusion on his face. He glanced around, this freaked Hergina and she stood up out of her seat. “No, No sit down,” He sighed and sat down himself. She carefully sat down worried at what this man sitting in front of her would do next. “Listen I love you and you told me the same, is that true?” He asked his eye leaned to one side in a look of intrigue
“I thought so, until tonight,” She said, her face forming a frown at him. Rafion’s face turned to a look of sadness.
“I, I, all I wanted was for you to have a better life!” He said, holding his head before looking up at her. “I’ll do anything, just don’t go… I beg, Please!”
“I do love you, don’t misuse my words, but you’re mad! You can’t do stuff like that! You must stop, or, I’ll, I’ll kill myself!” A look of surprise crossed his face immediately, and his arms clenched tight. He sat there thinking for a few minutes, before coming to a conclusion.
“I’ll stop if that’s what you wish,” Rafion sighed with a deep breath standing up and providing her his arm, before leading her back to his dark stallion.
“Good,” Hergina replied, making a small smile as the two of them rode off to the path laid out by the new sun that has risen leading farther and farther away from the mansion.
The Betwixt-Ness
A wagon rode along a bumpy road jolting over every rock, Being pulled by three white gorgeous steeds. As the sun rose the wagon slowly entered the town, out of it stepped out a tall man in a large top hat with a brown trench coat and beige pants. Out of his shirt’s right pocket hung a lens with golden lining. He picked it up to his one eye and glared around at the town with a small smile. By morning when all the citizens walked out of their houses there was a large tent set up, “Mag. Lopintle at your service, What may I do for you today?” He would say to anyone who walked up the tent, this confused everyone, a magician? What’s he doing in our town!? Everyone thought to themselves but shrugged it off. The day slowly passed and the tent completed zero orders as none had come in, but Lopintle expected this and wasn’t even near giving up. Night rose and there sat Lopintle still waiting at his tent. Soon out of one of the small shacks walked out Rafion and sat down on a bench not noticing the magician’s tent. He glared at the moon and sighed wondering and hoping for a dream to come true. “Ah, Dear Rafion,” Said Lopintle, breaking the eerie silence of the night.
“How do you know who I am?” Asked Rafion, narrowing his eyes at Lopintle. Who just shrugged and continued his part of the conversation.
“Anyway, I have an offer for you!” Exclaimed the magician in a cheery voice.
“What?!” Snapped Rafion, Lopinte stepped back. After which Rafion calmed back down.
The magician smiled and pulled out a green jewel approximately three duims. “This is a “cursed” talisman. It will make you invisible but you have to fill it with blood for it to work as long as there is blood inside you will be invisible. The talisman will eventually consume the blood around one hour after being filled.” Rafion tried to snatch it but Lopintle pulled away just in time, “You must have forgotten about the payment” The magician stood there with a smile smeared across his face.
“How much?” Rafion asked, pouring out all his silvers and golds on the table.
“What do I need your coins for? What I need from you is one little tiny thing,” Answered the magician.
“What?!” Asked Rafion, starting to get impatient. He even started gripping his dagger in his pocket.
“I want from you an oath that you will never touch me, and when you do you’ll come to a grim very grim end, Ironic for the way you killed those people to be… Anyway, you accept?” Lopinyle asked, stretching out his hand for a handshake.
“I accept,” Rafion agreed without accepting the handshake, Lopintle sighed and dropped the talisman on the table and rafion snatched it, hiding it in his pocket. A fog quickly set over the tent and when it faded Lopintle had vanished.
The morning rose and the town filled with people. Rafion Was taking a walk along the lake when over the bridge he saw Hergina strolling Lopintle at her side talking about something with her. Rafion quickly got over there, “Hergina?” He called, questioning what’s happening.
“Oh Rafy! Meet Mag. Lopintle!” Hergina said excitedly. Rafion stood there for a moment thinking over what he should do. The world seemed to freeze around him leaving him in a bubble where he just sat down on the ground holding his head in his arms. What could Lopintle want from Hergina? He caught back up with himself standing there in front of Lopintle and Hergina. Lopintle’s cursed wicked smile still on his face almost taunting to punch it off that stupid face of his.
“Already met him,” Grumbled Rafion.
“Well I’ll leave you two for now,” Chirped Lopintle before walking away vanishing behind the corner of the bridge.
“What in the hell are you doing with him!” Immediately Rafion asked as soon as Lopintle was far enough to not have heard.
“What? He’s a fine gentleman and offered to join me on my stroll,” Hergina answered innocently, her large green eyes looking into Rafion’s gray eyes.
Rafion shuffled before answering, “That fine gentleman of yours is quite not pleasant to me and I would prefer you not speak to him again!” Rafion said slowly, getting louder. Hergina sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Fine Rafy,” She said before giving him her arm and letting him walk her the rest of the way to her house. Her house was a lime shack made with concrete walls and a small garden in the front yard surrounded by a small birch fence. Rafion now was left alone to walk around the lake.
As the wave of the day slowly passed the professor was sitting on a chair thinking, he still needed to know who was the one who killed those people. He got Rafion to join him at his house and then he began discussing, “Someone killed three people and then vanished, Right?”
“Yes, indeed,” Agreed Rafion yawning.
The professor glanced at him before continuing, “well we're out to catch them, or who knows what will happen next!” The professor started to fidget with a fork.
“Just have some tea and take a break, we’ll figure it out,” Claimed Rafion, passing him a cup of tea.
“You’re right,” Answered the professor, taking a sip and then collapsing on the ground dead. On raffions face grew a thick grin. He bent down and spooned out the Professor's eyes and tossed them to the side with a spurt of blood. He then snapped his neck by twisting it with his full force. Then Rafion punched the professor full force in the face, blood began dripping out of his motionless nostrils and a couple of teeth rolled down his throat. Then he proceeded to pull out his dagger and three empty vials. He picked up his dagger and sliced along the professor’s wrists, filling up the vials with the fresh blood, before vanishing into the dusk and back to his house.
So the night grew all asleep once again ro so assumed, truly Rafion was asleep but two souls were wide awake with a faint squeaking.
Soon again the sun rose, bowling away all evidence of the night before. No one had reported the professor dead as no one cared for him enough to have checked on him with no reason and there was no reason as the missing reports had stopped. Rafion walked through the street, his feet joyfully tapping on the crackled stone pavement of the little town. Around the morning birds sing their songs all cheerfully and happily. What a wonderful day it was.
Though under every joyous lyes a scrutiny, under the cherry bridge laid a bird, a dead bird, her guts sticking out half eaten and half rotten, Its head torn off and worms crawling over and around. Under that bridge hid another secret, there sat Lopintle and Hergina, Kissing.
The Yarn Must Cease
The day slowly passed and the night rose again, Rafion fast asleep and resting. One was awake, Hergina stood in her room holding her head in her arms, tears rolling down her cheeks. She held a knife with which she swiftly made a cut in her wrist and a splash of blood painted her hands permanently. Then she proceeded to tie a knot around her neck and jump off the chair, her neck snapping, the body left dangling back and forth swaying the final tears rolling off her dead face.
In the morning Rafion happily skipped to Hergina’s home knocking on the door, after waiting for approximately five minutes to his surprise no one opened the door. He pulled the door open and walked in looking around until he stumbled to the bedroom where he felt back in shock and grief. “Why Hergina! Why, leave me? What have I done to scare you down this path, A monster I must be to have let you die without ever saying a farewell!” Ranted Rafion until he spotted a note he snatched it quick reading through it:
Dear, Rafy
I am sorry to abandon you, Though indeed I can not face you anymore hiding the truth
Away From you like a snake! I have to go, maybe one day you can forgive me and come
join below. I had an affair with Lopintle.
,Sincerely Hegrina
,Farewell
Rafion furiously tore this note to shreds and grabbed his dagger vanishing from the house swiftly and tossing on his dark blood stained cloak. He needed to kill Lopintle! That snake, that boorish snake! I knew he wasn’t a man to trust! Rafion darted down the street looking like a maniac running with a knife. He stopped on the bridge and sat down holding his head, the true grief hitting him finally. He sat there head in hands, his dagger laying next to him. He pulled out a vial of blood and filled his talisman with the blood instantly turning invisible though his cloak was still seen. He picked up his knife and continued running until there he spotted Lopintle twirling his mustache that devil’s grin as always smeared across his rat face. He wore a hat. Rafion darted at him, stabbing him in his face. Tearing it cutting it off, Lopintle let out a scream like no other scream it echoes through the world, but soon seized. Rafion pulled off his limbs with sheer force alone and then continued to repeatedly punch at the dead corpse until his own knuckles started to bleed. Out of nowhere a pain struck through his chest like a dagger stabbing into him, Rafion remembered the curse of the deal he made retrieving the talisman.
He started crawling the pain of fifty stabs where slowly appearing all throughout his body but he continued crawling. Finally he got to Herginas ground, behind him a path of blood stretching from the park all the way to her house. Then suddenly Rafions arm got torn off and gusts after gust of blood were pouring out in the bucket full. He crawled up to hergina and placed his hand on her leg, the blood smearing over her delicate leg. He whispered quietly I forgive you, before his organs got pulled out of him, his guts tossed around the room whipping like a rope. His liver ripped to shreds dropping to the ground followed by the heart, which was set a flame burning to a piece of soot. The sun set, the gloomy night came upon all, leaving gruesome seeing the moonlight highlighting the faint outline of Hergina as she slowly swayed side to side.
In the next years life went on like nothing happened, Count Rafion of the FortPalace Mansion forgotten over time. Soon a plague swept over the town leaving one last survivor an old man, who soon fell back from loneliness and aging leaving the town empty. The legacy of Mademoiselle Hergina, Magician Sir Lopintle de Montiporeles, and Count Rafion of the FortPalace Mansion died with the town forever forgotten as day turned night and night to day, until the end of time and all rambles.
The Cage
Inside a castle,
Encased by four walls,
You sit, without a hassle,
A worry, not a thought of the pressing matter of the walls.
We long for safety,
For a warmth, an endless beam of memories,
A bird inside a cage,
For when the cage is safety,
Matter of factly,
Then we sit, for memories.
Memories, a lie existent to encage.
For one must seek to find the egress,
For one must brake,
Crack, and stress,
To find the safety fake.
For when the cage is safety,
Why leave?
For when are homes a cage,
We sleep,
And everyday we live,
Inside,
A soul trapped within a cage.
A urge for freedom,
But…
One must find the metal,
The endless bars that are upon us,
The key to the lock, that hides behind a squeaky door,
The egress of the cage.
The window to the light.
Now look around to gaze, and see,
For no one know how a cage must look inside.