Salvation

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SALVATION

The being in the Darkness
Is feared by those in the Light
Will I ever find Salvation?
Perhaps when I attain Redemption
For sins committed
A spirit so blasphemous
A mind battling insanity
There is, but, no rest for the Wicked.
The darkness is calling my name
It is luring me in
With memories so haunting
Stop. Just stop.
Facing the Fear, Hatred and Pain
As the Reaper
Embraces me with cold arms
Fear is not an option
For I shall overcome
All that has been committed
And greater than
All that has been given
Finally, Salvation has come for me.

Society and Ignorance

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Society is complex. It is everything everything a society should strive not to be – it is patriarchal and misogynistic in nature.

Beings who “feel” the most; the ones who think; the ones who are sensitive; the ones who cry; the ones who feel; the ones who laugh out loud; we are all under siege by a society that never fails to taunt, shun and discriminate us. It may not be about race or skin colour anymore in certain parts of the world, but, our very essence of being a “human” is being waged a war against.

We require countless declaration forms for the mentally ill or physically handicapped. Just because they tick all the “all okay” boxes, does not make them superior to us. They may be the majority, but, we all know that there are so many life-changers in society who have contributed much and played significant roles, despite their mental challenges or handicaps. I cannot, for the life of me, think of anyone at the moment, but, we all know, at some point of our lives, of someone so magnificent whom we cannot do anything, but, admire, awestruck, wondering just how they managed to succeed.

Depression is a killer, if life does not kill you first. Some are diagnosed with so-called high-functioningdisorders, in a category that some of us may fall under. They look, they stare, they wonder what it is like. Some start taking out their religious objects and start praying in fear of being “infected” by our negativity. I do not dwell in negativity. It is just a frame of mind. All these “look at the bright side” stories are just getting on my nerves. They treat us as though what we have is wrong. The worst occasions are when they start correcting us and say things like, “You have to change your character first, to make it in life.

My character?! Perhaps it is you, ignoramus, who needs to be put under therapy for your blatant ignorance! Now, now, no one is getting all defensive. I am merely stating a fact here. What has my character possibly have to do anything with whatever that is making me feel all melancholic, hopeless and in despair, most of the time?

In their defense, rationally speaking, I would say that they have mistaken “character” with “mind-set“. There is absolutely nothing wrong with my character. You are hitting under the belt by saying that I have a shitty personality? Who gave you that right?!

Society, at large, is filled with such ignoramuses. Live and let live. But, the next being from the masses, to open their mouth and spew such words like “character” or “personality” is going to get a mouthful from me. That is for sure. It is not our character, it is something that we cannot cure… but over time, learn how to recognise possible recurring symptoms and prevent the severity of the waves of sadness and melancholy.

Character, they say… *pfft*.

 

Monster Under My Bed

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I could feel the sweet lull of darkness as my eyelids closed. There I was, lying on my bed, as thunder stormed and lightning raged outside the safe comforts of my room. I drifted in and out of the tantalising tentacles of the unconscious realm as I felt the wooziness of the sleeping pills the nurse had just administered to me. “No! I must stay awake!” my mind raced, as my conscious self struggled to keep my eyes open.

Something was not right. As a vague sense of discomfort enveloped my body, I wished I had not dutifully swallowed the tablets. That sinking feeling in my stomach worsensed as I tried to chase the moaning sounds away.

What the hell was going on? No, not that. Not again! I must… stay awake. I had to! Otherwise it would come for me again. As the moaning sounds crept towards my bed, I raised my hand to press the emergency switch. My hand refused to lift and it slumped back by my side, too heavy to raise. “It feels wrong…” I kept thinking, “just go away, whatever you are!”

A bolt of lightning struck and I could see. A figure, crouched face down, dark brown hair hanging damply around its head, slowly dragging itself towards my bed. Another bolt and I could see a thin, rotting arm reaching forward, as though trying very hard to reach me.

“Litaaaaa… Grrraaagggh,” a deep guttural groan escaped its lipless mouth, a mouth that seemed darker than the room itself.

The bed shook, as though that thing was trying to get in, on my bed, beside me. I trembled with sheer terror, but I doubted I was ever able to move. I could do nothing. “Stop it! Just go away!” my lips moved, forming words as I laid paralysed.

“Gggrrrrooooo,” that thing moaned. The sound was coming from below, underneath my bed! A strong push and I bounced a couple of inches above my bed. The bed violently shook as I laid in helpless horror.

What the hell? “Please….” I cried, “please leave me alone…”

My breathing grew heavy. My heart was pounding loudly and I was sure that thing could hear it. in fear of whatever it is in my room.

“Scratch… scratch… scratch,” different sounds fell upon my ears. It was coming from under the be! My heart was pounding so hard now and I just wanted to run out of here. The room felt like it was becoming smaller everytime lightning flashed through the windows.

“Litaaaaa…” it moans, followed by heavy breathing. It does not sound human.

I felt a cold grip of moist, skeletal fingers grip my ankle and yank me to the freezing bare floor of the room.

“Go away!” my throat screamed.

“Noooo!” the thing growled in response, as though it still retained some human consciousness.

Someone please help me. I could not wake up.

“Good morning, sunshine!” the nurse greeted me. I jolted awake in cold sweat and the bedsheet I was lying on was soaked in it.

What the fuck happened? My thoughts began rationalising themselves, as I took in the scene of the room I was in. The tablets had worked themselves into my blood. I had fallen asleep! It was nothing but just another nightmare!

Feeling relieved, I pulled myself up from bed, throwing off the blanket. I looked down as I stood. To my horror, I saw a deep red mark, as though someone or something had gripped very tightly, around my left ankle!

“No… It can’t be!” I whispered unbelievingly, as the nurse hurriedly shuffled me out of the room.