《Murderously Disturbed》6. Hospital of Dreams (Ballad) *
Advertisement
6. Hospital of Dreams
(Ballad) *
Prologue
There is a quiet in the mind
Beyond the realm of dreams,
A hidden place that few can find
That cancels out the screams
Of children trapped within the clutch
Of nightmares manifold,
Dulling out their sense of touch,
Until they are controlled.
These mindless children at the mercy
Of analyzing brains,
They form a timeless controversy
Over their dead remains.
—Alistair
Part 1
So say's the Grecian patron saint
Of all forsaken children;
And yet, the story that I spin
Comes out of that deep cauldron
Where death (and never life) begets
The slumbers of the grave,
Spinning new nightmares from the darkness,
Which makes the sane to rave.
It was a hospital of dreams,
A psychiatric ward
That housed the inmates' bedlam woes,
Wasting away, ignored.
It now stands as a testament
To inhumanity
To fellow human sufferers,
Each brick of masonry
A concrete witness to the crimes
Committed for the science
Of saving lives, which are but lies
Stuffed down their throats of silence!
Yet in my time, there used to be
A special section where
Children like me would spend their days
And nights in constant fear,
For we were children left behind,
Abandoned to our fates,
No mother's love to soothe our bonds
That tie us down like inmates.
Our days were spent beneath the scalpels
Of cruel experimenters;
Our nights were spent in darkened silence,
Dreaming of our tormentors
That caper past the edge of sight
As demons in disguise,
Filling our dreams with constant dread
Of their inhuman eyes;
And as the eldest of these children,
Verging on my fifteenth year,
The burdens of their agony
Rest on my shoulders bare.
On such a night, after my trial
Was carried out on me,
I'm led into the passageway
Beyond the agony
Of fellow inmates looking out
From padded cells at me;
I'm tired, can barely walk or keep
My balance, even see;
I'm but a little walking corpse
Treading on weary feet,
Treading my way towards confinement
In padded walls of concrete.
I'm led towards a padded door,
Through which I pass myself in
A padded soundless cell of peace
To ease my mental strife in.
The padded door now closes with
A sudden muffled bang,
Encasing me inside my coffin,
Locked with a muffled clang.
I lie myself upon the pads
Beneath the dimming light
Above my head, then close my eyes
And dream of dreams tonight.
Interlude 1
There is a darkness to the light,
Staining the soul in shadows,
Where childhood innocence and might
Encounter in deep hollows
The greatest fear amid all fears,
Beating within all hearts;
And in the tracks of running tears,
Tinged in their clearest parts,
Is found the tainting influence
Of thoughtful devilry,
Accompanied by th' effluence
Of hateful blasphemy.
—Alistair
Part 2
So say's the Grecian patron saint
Of tainted innocence;
And now the world of shattered dreams
Drives on my penitence.
Into the footless depths of darkness,
I find myself outside the
Old palace of the Borderlands,
A palace by the sea
Where djinn are said to live and dine *
Upon the sacrificial days;
An after-haze of smokeless fire
Still lingers in the byways
Beyond the mirthless gates and walls
That still surround the place.
It is a world abandoned by
An old ethereal race
Of men that came before the current
Days of our present day;
Such were those days of sacrifice,
I feel it all the way
Down to the marrow of my bones,
Wherein all fear resides—
Down to the depths of human instinct
Advertisement
Where this fearful patient hides—
Down to the handle of my blade
Where the slash of death provides
Me with the courage on my quest
To slay tormentors as my test,
Whereon their blood decides
The fate of all my bedlam mates,
Adults and children both.
So armed with vorpal blade in hand, **
Ere trekking through this Borderland,
I take upon my oath:
"Great Alistair, please guide my blade
Into the hearts of monsters,
Those heartless demons with their scalpels,
Those human-faced impostors!"
And so I trek into the gates
To execute my justice;
I'll show those monsters what it means
To double-cross our trust is!
The inner palace walls lie still
To crumble into dust;
The leafless garden trees lie mute
Against the seaside thrust
Of wind upon the distant banks
That whisper of souls lost;
Only the distant breaking waves
Echo on the rocky crust
That forms the beach adjacent to
The palace of the djinn.
I surge ahead along the path
Towards the entrance in
The expectation of attack
Inside this wooded garden
Before I gain the entrance door;
Perhaps a hidden guard in
One of the hiding places of
This garden of the dead
Is scouting me within the tress,
Filling my thoughts with dread.
And yet I keep my courage true
Beneath the gibbous moonlight,
Advancing with the fate of death
Upon my blade of starlight,
And as I reach the steps upon
The threshold of the door,
A score of djinn emerge out of
A haze of smokeless vapor;
I grip my blade in both my hands
And take a ready stance,
Preparing on attacking them
Before they have a chance!
I lunge and flail my blade about
To cut them down to size,
And yet I only slice the air
To my disbelieving eyes;
So now they circle 'round about me,
Fearless of my attacks,
And ere I take another swipe,
They bid me to relax.
I stay my blade but keep my guard
In silence; so they say,
"What is the meaning of your presence?
What brings your feet this way?"
And on their words of inquiry,
A darkness overflows
My spirit in a spreading pool
Of bloody vitriol on those
Who torture all my fellow inmates,
Experimenting on them;
I say, "I'm here to seek revenge
On doctors, all of them,
Who drug my fellow inmates with
The side effect of phlegm!" ***
"A pact with us will get it done,
If only for a price,"
They say, and in my heart I know
That 'price' means sacrifice.
"What price of sacrifice must I
Do, if must I accept?"
I say in my defense; they say,
"A sacrifice we've kept
In blood within our dining halls
Is all we'll intercept.
"The blood of anyone will do,
As long as it is human;
But we do favor blood from those
Who have a high acumen
For the sciences of life and death
And everything inhuman."
And so I smile a wicked smile
That stretches out my lips,
Because th' asylum's full of those
Who love to torture (heaven knows!)
Patients with their scalpel tips.
"I'll gladly shed the blood of those
Who torture day and night,
Sating their twisted torture-binge!"
I say, impassioned with revenge.
"I'll kill them all tonight!"
So in consenting to their whims,
I drift into the darkness,
Returning softly to my bed,
Revengeful, even heartless.
Interlude 2
Into the depths of utter darkness
Exists a touch of virtue;
Although the world may seem so heartless,
It need not ever hurt you.
Advertisement
If you can redefine your station
And your state of self therein,
You'll find yourself without frustration
Over the Hell within,
Because the mind's a battlefield:
It takes as well as gives.
Be not afraid, nor hide, nor yield
To the world's bloody knives.
—Alistair
Part 3
So say's the Grecian patron saint
Upon this monster-slayer;
And so I take upon myself
This bladed cross of prayer,
And with the backing of the djinn,
I wake my soul to action,
Projecting out my soul from body
In sharp but brief extraction,
Leaving my mortal body there
Within the cell unmoving,
From which I see the silver chord
Body and soul still linking.
I turn my sights towards the wrongs
That beckons to be righted,
And with my vorpal blade in hand,
I stalk out so excited
That I now feel myself to smile
At future retributions,
Those callous doctors unaware
Of their own executions!
To help me in this vengeful venture,
The djinn lock all the doors
That lead to exits to outside,
Trapping the staff indoors.
I stalk along the corridors
And look through every door,
Looking about for my tormentors
On each and every floor.
The first I spot's an orderly
Of elderly appearance;
At first I think of killing her
For her role's adherence
To carry out the doctors' orders,
But then her disappearance
Would cause the guards to call in backup,
Endangering my plan,
Even when no one can see me
With the help of djinn who can
Conceal my presence from this earth;
Ah well, this aging crone's not worth
The risking of the program.
But just as I'm about to pass
Her by without her killed,
I whirl around with blade in hand,
Slicing open her thyroid gland
From which blood sprayed and spilled,
Staining the walls and floor with gore.
I know the actions that
I take are kind of twisted, yes;
Then again, you know what?
Within this awesome killing spree,
I do not give a damn!
And so I go through corridors,
Continuing the program
Of splaying guts onto the floors
And decorating walls
With the flying sprays of blood
Within this maze of halls.
I slash and cut through orderlies
And massacre the guards,
Filling this asylum with their screams,
Making nightmares out of their worst dreams,
Gutting this house of cards.
With orderlies and guards now dead,
The surge of vengeance grows,
Because those evil doctors are
The ones that do not have a prayer—
The ones I will impose
My harshest retributions on
Their unrepentant souls;
So help me God, so help me djinn,
I'll send them to the ghouls!
And so I stalk the whole asylum
In search of only doctors,
But in my search I cannot find
Any of those damn monsters!
Then presently I ask the djinn
Where all those doctors are,
And in return they said to me,
"Most of them are very far
"Away within their homes tonight,
Except for three nearby
Hiding inside their office rooms;
We'll kill the ones within their homes,
While you kill those close by."
And so I stalk the corridors
And search in every room,
Itching to use my vorpal blade
To bring about their doom.
The first I come across is but
A youth in doctor's clothes,
Checking each patient's data folder,
Perhaps an intern to an older
Doctor with more skill (who knows).
But young or old, I do not care;
I want to make a kill
Upon the first of this trifecta,
Commencing this revenge-perfecta
To get my glory's fill.
And so I sneak in through the door
While he has his back turned,
Re-shelving all the folders on
The back shelf, unconcerned
With anybody lurking through
The shadows with a mind
For murder on my vorpal blade,
Stalking closer behind.
And so I creep on tiptoed feet,
As silent as a phantom,
Raising my blade up in the air,
Invisible and bantam ****
Within my phantom cloak the djinn
Enrobed me in tonight,
Biding my time to see him flinch
And turn around in fright!
Flinching he begins to turn around,
And now I plunge the blade
Right through his fleshy clavicle,
From which the blood now sprayed
With screams accompanied with groans,
Dropping him with his arms splayed!
A spreading pool of blood collects
Upon the office floor,
Filling the air with an iron taste
As I stalk out the door.
And so I stalk the corridors
And search in every room,
Itching to use my vorpal blade
To bring about more doom.
The second one is middle-aged
And practiced with a scalpel,
Now armed with many scalpels in
His pockets—hands as well.
But he's no match for someone he
Can't see or even touch;
Nothing he does will make much difference
With my blade inside my clutch.
And so I tip-toe forward now
So phantom-like, unseen,
That I become way too excited—
So much so it's obscene!
I cackle, and the echo sounds
Within the silent hall,
Scaring the man to turn his head
And nearly take a fall.
But as he rallies from his fears,
He says in bitter words,
"You think you'll get away with this,
Treating us all like herds?
You animals deserve to die
And jelly up like curds!"
Enraged at him, I lash out twice
And splatter all his guts
Out of his stomach where he stands
In shock from painless cuts!
The blood and guts now splatter on
The floor in his surprise,
And now he falls upon his knees
With tears upon his eyes,
Putting his guts back in his belly
As he slowly—slowly—dies . . .
He fades away in murmuring
Some incoherent words;
The pool of blood, now spreading fast,
Coagulate like curds.
And with the guts now lying there
Bringing up such a stink,
I say some words upon the air,
"I'm faster than you think."
And so I stalk the corridors
And search in every room,
Itching to use my vorpal blade
To bring a final doom.
The very last I need to kill
Takes quite some time to look for,
As though the doctor knew his time
Was shorter on the first floor.
And so I stalked through all the rooms
Inside the first floor where
I found him on his knees now mourning
The young assistant killed there,
The youngest doctor I dispatched
Before this final nightmare.
I walk to him still crying there
To end his suffering,
Because it enters in my brain
That I took everything
That matters to him more than life—
His son, the young assistant,
I killed for his remote connection
With his own father's vile profession,
Now dead and nonexistent.
But as I walk to him, he looks
In my direction with
The eyes of someone who can see
The ghostly kin and kith.
He says with tears within his eyes,
"You took my son away!
He had no part in all of this!"
And so I pause and say,
"May God have mercy on your soul,
Because I never will."
And then I slash across his throat,
Making my final kill.
So with that final killing stroke,
My curse is rectified
Upon the blood of bleeding monsters
Who by my blade have died.
And so I walk back to my cell
Wherein I'm slumbering,
Glancing upon my fellow inmates
I freed from everything
That terrified with demon eyes
And fooled us with a thousand lies—
I did the proper thing!
And so I enter in my cell
And lay within my body
To slumber off the sleep of death,
For death I now embody.
Epilogue
Become the knife of vengeance laid
Upon the sinner's soul,
Because true justice needs a blade
That steals back what he stole.
For through the blood of sacrifice
That purifies the spirit,
It balances the fatal price
Of those who try to shear it.
For you're the shadow of each dream
That brings on sudden death!
You are the one that makes them scream
Upon their dying breath!
—Alistair
FINISH
Advertisement
Morbid Insanity
*Warning: Gore and traumatizing scenes*Set in a near-apocalyptic world, where demonic creatures roam freely. Where humans have been turned into livestock. Where for some, life is a daily struggle. Humans have been pushed out of their lands and forced to live in hive cities- massive overcrowded communities in which people are divided by class. Their only hope are a select few who have been bestowed with powerful gifts, and even then their hope is slim. Lost and alone, with only a single nightmare to tell him of his origins, Cehedia knows only that he must fight. In a world where it's eat or be eaten, how will he fare? How will all of humanity fare?
8 161On Parts and Precedence
A mysterious damsel appears before King Arthur’s court with a strange sword, and promises it to whoever can draw it from its scabbard. King Arthur fails to unsheathe the weapon, as do all his knights present at his court. However, an ex-convict named Balin succeeds in unsheathing the wicked blade Tyrfing. What dangers loom before him and his newly acquired weapon? What misfortune awaits him on his adventures? Find out in On Parts and Precedence. New chapters weekly.
8 185Cultivation at Home!?00
" hahaha, scream! scream all you want, for there's no one to save you lass! " " How many times do I have to tell you I'm a boy! ..." *boom " Worry not, as I'm here for you! " said a Knight with shining armor " heh! who do you think you are huh!, acting as a hero saving the beauty! " "..." (facepalm) note to self, don't leave the savepoint if you come to another world! Note: English isn't my native language, Beware! I read so much MTL YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
8 64Symphonic Odyssey Volume One - Servant of a Hopeless Household
Deep in the mountains of Dellorim, a country renown for its mighty sorcerers, known as Conductors, a young servant boy finds himself struggling against the powerful Nobles of the house he serves. Treated like garbage he seeks to find a way to escape his torment and forge a path all his own. Along his journey, he'll face off against spiteful Nobles, Magickal creatures known as Zightbeasts, and fate itself. With so many obstacles standing between him and his goal, will be be able to find a path forward? Or will be be doomed to a life of servitude? Join Cypher at the origins of his great Odyssey and uncover the mysteries of this strange and Magickal world he finds himself in.
8 120Sword of Cho Nisi the Saga
NOTE: Book 1 is available for the first 10 % and from there you can pick up the entire series at my eBook store for 50% off using the code RRC From the moment Erika makes a fatal mistake that could cost her father his kingdom, she meets the challenge of redemption head-on, tackling the Dark Wizard, rescuing her brother from a torturous curse, and wrestling with a stormy love affair. She's not alone, for the struggles are more than one person could handle, and her help comes from both family and unexpected sources. Regardless of who proves their allegiance, the Sword of Cho Nisi series is a test of courage for all our heroes. We continue with Book 2 FALL OF THE KINGS These books are written. There are four in all. Rise of the Tobian Princess, Fall of the Kings, Curse of Mount Ream, and Darkness Holds the Son. If you want to read them all and support the author you can visit my Patreon page. I also have a shop with the books on it. I'm currently working on book 5 titled The Keeper which is a Work in Progress on Patreon. Rise of the Tobian Princess has been awarded a B.R.A.G. Medallion this year. Enjoy! There's also a Kickstarter happening for these books at the moment until August 16, so hop on over there and pick them up while they're at reduced prices! (6/27/22) I'll be posting in the mornings (PST) around 8 am if I don't post every day I will definitely post on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. FYI: BIlling on Patreon is currently paused for the month of August, so you can finish up the story if you've just begun without paying.
8 168ɢᴜᴀᴘᴏ | Qᴜᴀᴄᴋɪᴛʏ ツ DISCONTINUED
"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ" ~ "wₒw ₜₕₐₙₖₛ ᵢ fᵤcₖᵢₙg ₗₒᵥₑ yₒᵤ" ~
8 173