My world was agonizing.

All around for what could be seen, all there were, were people suffering.

A world without hope, no future or others to rely on. People gave no benefit of the doubt
and nowhere lay any trust.

People had lost touch.

The idea of the world was to accept that we are all alone. We are to believe we are on a journey for ourselves.

That’s why we’re all suffering.

There was a time when there was nothing, but a pure state of tranquility. All aligned,
on one path flowing with the energy of love.
Then with one deceitful tangent, causing chaos and pressure, the universe had begun.

Stars were born, waterfalls fell. The energy of love had lost its path and scattered into trillions of directions and into the lives of more.
Love had found its way through endless avenues to reconnect with itself.

Through Aeons of lessons, lifeforms, religions, music, language & celebrations and for as long as time had begun,
it had always had a conflict with an unapologetic energy of hate to stand in its way.

We were not born to live alone.
Love was Crying, and we we’re doing nothing to help.

The future was doomed.
Love had given all it could.

Given lakes and stars, warmth and light.
It had told stories through the mouths of peers and all beyond.
And life could never have been more appreciated.
But the life forms never understood the end goal.
Doomed to live in a loop of Love & Hate.

Until love tried its very deep and hardest to tell its story to a small insignificant degenerate,
as another hope to unite the love that had been scattered so far and beyond. Finally understanding itself
and its desire to find purity once again.

– Chapter 1 – Peace at Hells Gate –

Through the star’s gaze, amongst the pages of time,
underneath the shimmer of the night sky as the mountains grow,
the valley beats its pulse.

Amid strong winds in the forests of Shambhala, trees roar a whisper as the river weeps.
These woods never sleep.
And embedded deep within those wicked woods, lay Sickest House.
A place filled with treasured shelves and earnt love, as we unfold the secrets to ourselves.

As the haunt of their festives licks your ears, spinning glass, drumming keys, creating supernova drops of bubbles & pops, you travel your look across the mangled walls.
A folk and his grin pierce the room.
With a hat as pointy as his chin, a fringe as thick as thieves,
glimpsing an eye as daunting as owls, collecting all trouble it seeked.
He trickles his chin.
A magnificent wallflower…
But why? …There must be more..

To see someone living, is to see someone dying.
To see someone loving is to see someone crying.

Like corpses of the undead they trot.
Their sticky legs ripping up their roots.
To any other… they’re lost.
But like you and me…
It’s for lust!

Care for dress, but never to impress.
choking in chortles over their own mess. … you can see that they know what’s best.
So in rhythmic waves, the basement hallows,
and the deeper we go, into the hollows.

We drip and we shine,
Smelling everything but divine.
Skin, without blood to bone, scars don’t set us alone.

Like teeth, our glasses chatter, velvet poison traded every time.
Unspoken we bond, and this…
Is how we manage to keep ourselves alive!

Straight and thin, hair to a trim, her hand always with a whim
… the dance follows
Although cracked and wounded, lead a mind strong with reinforcement
… of an incessant test of worry,
Afraid to be left a stray.
But to the wallflower – This was her..

– Chapter 2 – Another Beginning –

*clang**clang* *clang**clang*
Time to wake up.

Leave my wonderland and jump back into being a pawn to a society clouded with stupid patriotism towards something they’ve never even witnessed.
A place filled with hypocritical bigots, convincing themselves that they’re happy being influenced by the most ridiculous bullshit anyone can muster.
It’s not even a real world out here. It’s just a collective of stories built upon each other. People getting stabbed in the back and they hold their tears as they grin from ear to ear.

“I must be happy, life will always treat me fair.”

Well i’m fucking sick of it. But don’t get me wrong.. I’m happy with who I am, I just can’t stand being around people who pretend they are
when you know their life is built up on lies they’ve created themselves, and then others who let their lives be created by the lies of others. And that’s pretty much this whole fucking town.

Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies.
It’s ruining lives.

Well, good on ’em, you can only hope that one day things will change. I mean nothing lasts forever anyway.
And this has lasted a VERY long ass fucking time.

The end is nigh!

I can feel it on my fingertips.

My dark, cold fingertips.

But alright, let’s get this day going.

Got to make this sculpture I live in beautiful, so the world can trust the influence I have for the rat race.
Well that’s not too bad.
I like being beautiful.

Pick shoes, pick shirt, pick hat. How about that?

– Part II – The Portal –

That sound. It held me tight.That light! I’d never seen it in my life.
My thoughts however are what scared me the most…
What happens beyond this void? I don’t imagine being able to come back.
My mind is stuck on my loved one, but my dreams have haunted me for too long.

This is what I had been wishing for my entire life, but now that it’s here, I’ve become afraid. I’m so sick of being a pawn in the world that lies behind me and there’s only one way out,
…This way.

Really though, it just seems like the coward way out. All my promises and premonitions I promised not only to myself, but her. They’d be gone… is that the taste of freedom I can feel warming me?
Oh god, now I feel sick.

I couldn’t do that, could i? Just abandon myself? Jesus, that sounds so wrong..

Now I’m on the floor hunching over my knees. So defeated by my own challenges.
One direction feels so perfectly free whilst the other seems so treasuredly beautiful.
The mix of whirrs and wobbles purring from this coloured egress is captivating.
Something has shown me here for a reason. What kind of lesson would it be if I didn’t take this chance?
Although I would be gut wrenchingly guilty, I don’t see any other way. I mean, I remember literally begging for this.
Did I unwillingly sell my soul for this opportunity?

Hmm. If only…
*Sigh*
It all speaks for itself really.
…eugh…
Ok…. cool.
I get it, it’s probably for the best I guess.
So what’s coming next then?

I’ve gotten myself this far, I’m sure I could figure it out.
Off we go.

– Chapter – Within Hells Gate –

“If they descend from the heavens, do they ascend from hell?”

So it may seem, awoken one.
However, it is that we flee from a horrid smell.

We’re not spirits of madness, but we were not born well.
Until we set ourselves free, this is truly hell.

Don’t think this true, awoken one?
Stay close to me, you’ll be able to tell.

– Interlude –

The Raptors, they sing, keeping their lyrics perfectly rhyming.
Their scales are frail, they only care about their timing.

The Ghosts are common folk, tend to usually look like smoke.
They live amongst us as we live amongst them, but the closest we’d get is to lending a pen.

The Pirates are cynical in the ways they get lyrical. Their jewels are antique pinnacles.
Living in a constant curse that will surely send them in a hearse. But never to worry, they seem to be attracted to the nurse.

The Dolls are pretty typical. Covered in so much powder they look fragile, but let them into your heart and be sure that you’ll be the one to break.

Your Poison is fine, although not quite everytime. In powder or wine, it all finds your lines.
It can enhance your smile or shamble your pride.
Please be safe and poison yourself in style.

Our magic manifests through love and intelligence
Learn to love and you’ll feel magnificent.
– Although, magic is power and power is cynical.
Become pure evil and you’ll be invincible.
– So send your message through prayer and you’ll end to notice that they care.
Your magic is your power and your power is your witts.

Spiders are your sign for weakness. They’ll come to you when you’re at your weakest.
Sense a bite and you should feel peaceless.
It’s all in your mind, so keep your strength in your keenness.

His flem on her fingernails,
His blood on her lips.

The Raven flies, white in the sun. Living off the pain it sees in your envy,
feeding it’s ego, laced with cold.
Is it bad enough for you?

Smoke the pipe, make a wish. This way you make life your bitch.
Your mind’s eye will see which way you truly hope to live.

Our dreams are created by smoke. A cloudy mind leaves you behind.

* Beware, beware, our lake will leave you bone bare *

Pruning past thorns makes the roses bloom.
Calm and meditative, turns the ill unaware.
Young blonde, amongst ill & thorned roses, safe and sound, even form meteorites.
Still pruning, just like a termite.

The house we create through our dance and we create our song through our house.

This is Sickest House.

Wait….
Who the fuck is Sid?
Ever waiting, ever lonesome.

Golden Trimmed
Slithering Skin

His belly grabbing, leg kicking, head tilting laugh.
Causing a drip on his cloth.
“Watch out, you’ll set yourself alite!”
“Oh well, why not? I’m just money.”

Ever waiting, ever lonesome.

– Chapter 3 –

A Serenade from the Birdcage~

In sweet small whispers, the girls giggle tales to one another as the troupe wander through the forest.
A bottle to a pair of hands, shielding the bite from the chill night.

Clicking his fingers for a spark, lighting a cigarette as they lag behind, Frizzle chuffs through his inhale.

“Where the fuck are these girls leading us?” watching them fall into themselves in hysterics, tripping and cracking fallen branches.

“Oh, who knows?” Ice follows.
“It’s nice to get some air away from the ruckus though.” As he turns and glances to the flashing lights above the tree tops.
“We can’t leave them be anyway, they’ve got no sense of getting back themselves.”

“A real fucking nice area though.” Frizzle states peeking at the snow tipped mountains jaggering into the sky.
“Where are we?”

“I dno” Ice says, “I haven’t been here before; Stacey got the invite, I fell asleep right after you on the way here.”

“Yeah those scoobies were like sleeping pills! Knocked me the fuck out…”

“HAHA! Well i’m not sleeping anytime soon, let’s take the rest of them, hey?”

“Yeah fuck, couldn’t hurt.”

Ice unzips his breast pocket and drops the caps on Frizzles palm.

Ritualistically Frizzle touches shoulder to shoulder then his heart, with prayer hands to the sky. Releases his palm and lets the caps drop down his throat chanting
“Honest to god, honest alone,
watch me satan, from your throne”

“…What the hell was that?” A scouring face looks at Frizzle.

“Lol, i dno, it’s halloween, just getting freaky. Telling the devil to keep to himself”

“You’re gonna cast some messed up shit if you aint careful there, bud..”

“Psht, nothing we can’t handle” He responds with a wink. “Join me. aha”

After a pause, Ice crosses his heart and prays to the sky. “Tonight better get something interesting going down.”

“Well… we could start with finding out where those lost girls went to..” Staring like a meerkat into the dark woods.
A worrying screech howls in the distance.

The boys run up to Stacey still laughing as they see Gemma rise up out of a puddle of mud, mouth gaping open, mud dripping from her fingertips.

“oop… oh-oh, whatcha done babe?” Ice lending his hand. “You girls have lost the absolute plot.” Blowing smoke towards the ground.

Stacey exclaiming “This. Is. The. Best fucking night!” As she still continues to cackle to breathlessness.

“It is so cold!” Murmurs Gemma as she starts to shiver.
“Well it’s probably time to turn around then i think” Proclaims Ice as he puts his jacket over her shoulders.
“But now that we’ve headed into a ditch, I wouldn’t know which way to head..”

”I see lights!” Stacey hisses as she trots off, the rest follow and notice a golden yellow glowing yonder.

“Just slow the fuck down this time, Stace!” Frizzle groans and tries to catch her.
As they grow closer, Stacies excitement dulls and her trot turns to a steady walk.

” I don’t know if this is where the parties at..” utters Gemma as she notices the boys staring at the light like moths to a lamp.

They pass through the trees to come across a chandelier hanging from the branches. Held together by twine, red, green and yellow shard of glass, twigs and golden candlesticks, a ball of light situated in the middle.

Captivating and enthralling
Enchanted and divine.
Devilish and amusing
Heavenly & sublime.

“Hello..?”

A voice capturing their attention.
They glance under the chandelier to see a long haired man tending to a manuscript behind a nuanced rich red ledger desk by a bookshelf, near a fireplace with burning coals.
Upon further inspection of their surroundings they notice themselves within a confinement entrailed with furniture and artwork, candelabras & trinkets, jewellery and stones.

Moonodium.

~ The eye of the Eclipse ~

You were the stars I looked up to, the idol I aspired to intrigue.
You came down to me and helped me succeed,
As I grew from a mushroom, into more of a tree.
You always gave me more than I could ever need.

I grew many seeds and became more bright,
Thinking planting these seeds is what was right.
We dreamed of seeds and other delights,
The reasons why we took those flights.

From home to home, even often alone,
There were times when we didn’t know where to go.
Our most romantic nights were when it would snow.
But your touch is what made me feel most safe and my own.

You’ve brought me back to solitude, showed me the world how I wanted to.
You showed me so much I found myself and for what’s foremost is the life I chose.
With me, you learnt how to dream, it’s what I always wanted, for you to feel free.
Although, a separate world is not what I thought that would mean.

I still believe we’ll need each other
as there’s times only we know how to treat one another,
as friends and peers, but mostly as lovers.

Love so deep that time stood still, when I found you.
Our energies united so strong, finding our songs
making life rhyme, all of the time.

You were the eye over my dark times, the moon in the way of the sunshine.
The rarest sight that could be, completely natural in all your beauty.
You were always seen by all around me, the most amazing star in the sky.

So please don’t fear me as a traitor,
I gave you everything I could, in your favour.
I don’t want to resent you or keep you tethered,
Wanting to grow a forest into heaven,
planted with love through 11:11, Is something I’ll cherish with you forever.

Can we keep the love where it’s meant to be?
and still treasure each other, for more than ever?
You are the star to my seed,
As the love was truly ever so deep,
as deep as love can be, inspiring for all to see.
I had every thought you were my queen.
How was this not enough?
“I am free with you.”