Phantasm Monologue

I feel a large hand rest on my shoulder, and hear Father whisper into my ear.

I was about to turn around to face the familiarity of the voice when I hear a deafening explosion to my right. I did what anyone would under the circumstances. I cowered beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the flames.

the air is thick and laced with poisonous smoke that trails from the mouths of others and a cold chill holds me in its embrace as it brushes past my skin. a distinct droplet falls and trails down my face and more hurriedly approach. shelter appears in my vision and without consideration i enter.

The first time I saw you, your smile mesmerized me and your laugh practically incapacitate my organism. Your mysterious eyes so profound that no conceivable mean to decipher the schema that your emotion unveil. The thought of you laughing right now can moisten the Mojave Desert; the echo of your voice is a manifestation equivalent to billions of neurotransmitters flushing into my hypothalamus at the speed of light. It enrages all the serotonin within my anatomy that I didn't know has existed. Now you know. And with silence, you have stolen my heart and every endogenous elements in my body. The thought of you has organically saturate the dopamine which will soon speed to my nuclei--everlastingly in my raphe core. The thought of you like testosterone

I reached down deep into my mind and dragged myself into reality. Back into this hell hole. I focused on my surroundings, i saw the soldiers loading the injured man onto a stretcher. I looked around and my gaze was then abruptly locked on to someone. He was staring in my direction, but it was like he was looking right through me at something behind me. His eyes were full of madness, like he'd had seen the devil. His smile.. It was unusually wide and his teeth were stained with brown and black muck. His expression was so animated like a cartoon, he didn’t move, didn't blink. His breathing was light but it hissed through his teeth. A soldier picked him up and guided him somewhere with no resistance. A soldier must have seen the confusion on my face.

I’ve been told that in any form of darkness, one must find the light that leads to victory. The floor creaks across the hall as someone or something is roaming with no desired destination. A bright yellow beam of light comes on only to be extinguished five minutes later. The halls get louder with the thunderous footsteps of the darkness. “Thunk, thunk...thunk, thunk” my heart beats against my chest with the stillness of the creature I see before me. Quivering with fear in my bed I say, “Sam, is that you?” At that moment, I felt as though my heart froze in agony and shattered into fifty-one pieces of aged glass. The room turned seventy-five degrees below zero as this dark figure slowly approached my bed. Running was not an option, my arms felt constrained

A tsunami of emotions bashes into me. Anger, betrayal, panic, twisting tighter and tighter, knotting in my chest. I hear voices. I they’re asking me questions, but I can’t understand the words. I am

You seek to reconnect with your spiritual illusions, and you wish fervently that something might rescue you from your biological destiny, so that all poetry and

The rounds stop, and the door opens all the way. I remain perfectly still, following my instinct. If I move, they’ll shoot again. I hear footsteps surround me and I can feel eyes on hatred staring down at me. Three pairs of footstep, three men.

As if it can hear my question, the mysterious voice once again asking me the same question.

The whispers, the wailing. Telling nothing, revealing nothing, merely tormenting my bleeding soul, my shattered soul, a constant pouring of salt into the gaping wounds of my already shriveling heart. I would never be at peace, no rest for the wicked. I lay on my bed, the voices in my head telling me of all that was meaningless in my life. 'nothing can save you; nothing ever would. All is meaningless, nothing has true worth. You are meaningless.' Meaningless. Meaningless. Worthless, hopeless, friendless, faithless. Tears drop on my blanket, one by one, as I ponder on the screams in my head. I have been hearing these screams since the original shattering of my soul, when I was merely a child. I was hardly more than a child now, aged

Footsteps echo around the corner and down the passage. They’re coming. I distinctly feel every throbbing pulse as my heart beats feverishly, utter dread beginning to settle in my bones. My bare skin meets coolly with the white wall behind me as I press my back hard into it, wishing I could melt and disappear, evaporate from this endangered existence. The echoing steps grow louder with each passing second; I’m running out of time, out of options. I grip tightly around the syringe in my hand.

Your word's and threat's were nothing new, but I am still afraid. To be next a rope or a knife. To many times you pulled your superiority you did not expect the lash back you felt threatened on that last battle didn't you? so quickly you reacted by grabbing my throat but I gave you a gift that you helped create. Now I ask you how does my spit taste.? Now that there is nothing left of you in life, but even gone you are the demon who is alive and well in my dreams.

The silence lies on my body like poison, telling me that I am never going to run away

Does it hear my cries, my screams, my pleading for someone to swoop down and save me from this corrupt world? No, the world must also be tuning out us as we do it, or I believe I would have been assisted ages ago. So I engage into battle solemnly, and I pray that I will be able to defeat the maliciousness that stands before me. In my mind, I’m in combat for hours, fending off the viciousness until one final blow knocks me down. At this, I finally drift to sleep, wondering how I can gain triumph in my real battle against evil when I cannot even win the one that takes place in the compounds of my