cabal
09-04-2002, 02:08 AM
This is in the sketch phase right now but it get's the point across more or less. It started as a short piece of writing that mutated into something else.
Sometimes I appear but soon I dissapear.
I have the voice of wind howling deep in the night.
My mind unfolds a wicked face of meat and teeth.
Screaming louder and louder I could make you die of fright.
With practice I can control your nightmares.
I have the choice of what monsters you'll fight.
You will find in the morning bleeding bitemarks from me.
Screaming louder and louder you'll ask yourself why.
I can build a labyrinthe around you and you'll never escape from me.
Lost in secret disturbing places only I can understand.
I am the engineer I am the horror architect filled with sick imagination.
Screaming louder and louder you'll never escape my land.
When you wake up put on the stitches and wait for me.
Now you are learning to take my forbidden command.
There is no fear for those who accept their grotesque expiration.
Screaming louder and louder you'll want to take my hand
The eater of dreams was an eater of screams.
His was the world of twitching delight. A paradise of fright.
A world of grotesque inside out porn. This was the house that horror was born.
There was a girl who slept upside down wired and hanging. Her eyes peeled back like blood shot flowers. Intricate mutilations layered across her cold nude flesh. Tribal patterns from some mad clan of drifting terrors that populated the shadows. The air itself breathed heavy and inventive. Wicked animals were born in thin air with destinations in strange places. Their chattering and moaning could be heard bouncing off lonely walls that cannot move but think and dream nonetheless. Their only solace was to reflect the voices of others.
Thru vast halls flashing lightbulbs blinked a strobe light pattern. Sounds of monsters rising behind the walls scraping and whispering. The architect of fanciful contaminated dreams levitated thoughtlessly down the dreary paggages. Loud mechanical ravings followed him as robotic spideric creatures followed. They moved on clanking appendages some with wheels. They carried giant golden plated on their backs with bizarre objects. The slaves carried the devices needed for the girl. She was to be the bride, the work of art bride. Her bones would be replaced by perfumed smoke. Her kidneys, liver, and stomach replaced by emeralds, diamonds and ancient scarab insects.
The architect passed an array of windows revealing skinned faces screaming backwards. He placed eggs in each of their mouthes and told them not to bite. Black snakes with human faces slithered on the floors below. They crawled into holes in the floor whispering secrets to each other. Doors spread apart in unusual patterns. Long cords pulled and stretched weights on pulleys that forced heavy rusted metal slabs up to reveal the room of the girl.
There was music playing on an old record player. The record was scratched and sounded dirty. The music sounded reminescent of the 1930's. A woman sang about the loss of a loved one. The architect floated several feet above the floor toward the wired contraption the girl was hanging in. The wires came loose and sucked into the veins of the architect. Dark desires were growing. The parade had arrived with all the magical impossible tools. The girl was awake with eyes closed. Her eyes now released of the wires. The surgery began. Thousands of creatures gathered in the shadows to watch. Their murmurs and whispers grew louder as the architect laid the strange devices in mid air. They each rotated slowly possesed with the magic of fear.
The girl came as the wicked surgical devices entered her eviscerated body. Strange buzzing and humming claw like contraptions with human eyes. A long hook with small red wings at the end pulled out the organs. After the bones were removed her body sank into a liquid blob. Then a long golden horn was placed towards her mouth. The architect blew the ashes of long dead dreamers. They ignited in her soul and began smoking a sick sweet smoke. Her body grew solidified. Not knowing it yet she now had the power to fly.
Walls filled with black liquid substance solidifying into the flesh of sharks. Intricate patterns of teeth with wings scattered about the black flesh walls like insects on a corpse. The Architect ran a long curved knife down the surface. Carefully he pulled the cut open, revealing rivers of meat and blood inside. He took out a chunk of red pulsating meat. It squeeled like an infant as he swallowed it whole. As the Architect left the open wound it grew mysterious stitches to heal itself.
Outside the sky floods with clouds that dream. The visions of the clouds can be seen translucently. One cloud dreams of a dessert filled with black pyramids that moan. Another cloud dreams of outerspace. Strange planets can be seen vaguely thru it. The storms of the future are pulled back in time to play out secret memories of ghosts. The sound of the drones grows louder as the wind picks up. Rain comes down as sharp as knives. From inside it sounds like trains dropping. A terrible howling is drowned out by the machine gun sound of the rain.
The backwards mummification of the bride is complete. Decapitated midgets carry glass jars of organs into vast temples miles into the maze-like passages. The organs will grow into the fragmented shape of a God and be worshipped accordingly. Things that move like blobs take on the crude form of a human to follow the line of midgets. The sickly sweet smell of the Bride's remains provokes curiosity in creatures without eyes.
Sometimes I appear but soon I dissapear.
I have the voice of wind howling deep in the night.
My mind unfolds a wicked face of meat and teeth.
Screaming louder and louder I could make you die of fright.
With practice I can control your nightmares.
I have the choice of what monsters you'll fight.
You will find in the morning bleeding bitemarks from me.
Screaming louder and louder you'll ask yourself why.
I can build a labyrinthe around you and you'll never escape from me.
Lost in secret disturbing places only I can understand.
I am the engineer I am the horror architect filled with sick imagination.
Screaming louder and louder you'll never escape my land.
When you wake up put on the stitches and wait for me.
Now you are learning to take my forbidden command.
There is no fear for those who accept their grotesque expiration.
Screaming louder and louder you'll want to take my hand
The eater of dreams was an eater of screams.
His was the world of twitching delight. A paradise of fright.
A world of grotesque inside out porn. This was the house that horror was born.
There was a girl who slept upside down wired and hanging. Her eyes peeled back like blood shot flowers. Intricate mutilations layered across her cold nude flesh. Tribal patterns from some mad clan of drifting terrors that populated the shadows. The air itself breathed heavy and inventive. Wicked animals were born in thin air with destinations in strange places. Their chattering and moaning could be heard bouncing off lonely walls that cannot move but think and dream nonetheless. Their only solace was to reflect the voices of others.
Thru vast halls flashing lightbulbs blinked a strobe light pattern. Sounds of monsters rising behind the walls scraping and whispering. The architect of fanciful contaminated dreams levitated thoughtlessly down the dreary paggages. Loud mechanical ravings followed him as robotic spideric creatures followed. They moved on clanking appendages some with wheels. They carried giant golden plated on their backs with bizarre objects. The slaves carried the devices needed for the girl. She was to be the bride, the work of art bride. Her bones would be replaced by perfumed smoke. Her kidneys, liver, and stomach replaced by emeralds, diamonds and ancient scarab insects.
The architect passed an array of windows revealing skinned faces screaming backwards. He placed eggs in each of their mouthes and told them not to bite. Black snakes with human faces slithered on the floors below. They crawled into holes in the floor whispering secrets to each other. Doors spread apart in unusual patterns. Long cords pulled and stretched weights on pulleys that forced heavy rusted metal slabs up to reveal the room of the girl.
There was music playing on an old record player. The record was scratched and sounded dirty. The music sounded reminescent of the 1930's. A woman sang about the loss of a loved one. The architect floated several feet above the floor toward the wired contraption the girl was hanging in. The wires came loose and sucked into the veins of the architect. Dark desires were growing. The parade had arrived with all the magical impossible tools. The girl was awake with eyes closed. Her eyes now released of the wires. The surgery began. Thousands of creatures gathered in the shadows to watch. Their murmurs and whispers grew louder as the architect laid the strange devices in mid air. They each rotated slowly possesed with the magic of fear.
The girl came as the wicked surgical devices entered her eviscerated body. Strange buzzing and humming claw like contraptions with human eyes. A long hook with small red wings at the end pulled out the organs. After the bones were removed her body sank into a liquid blob. Then a long golden horn was placed towards her mouth. The architect blew the ashes of long dead dreamers. They ignited in her soul and began smoking a sick sweet smoke. Her body grew solidified. Not knowing it yet she now had the power to fly.
Walls filled with black liquid substance solidifying into the flesh of sharks. Intricate patterns of teeth with wings scattered about the black flesh walls like insects on a corpse. The Architect ran a long curved knife down the surface. Carefully he pulled the cut open, revealing rivers of meat and blood inside. He took out a chunk of red pulsating meat. It squeeled like an infant as he swallowed it whole. As the Architect left the open wound it grew mysterious stitches to heal itself.
Outside the sky floods with clouds that dream. The visions of the clouds can be seen translucently. One cloud dreams of a dessert filled with black pyramids that moan. Another cloud dreams of outerspace. Strange planets can be seen vaguely thru it. The storms of the future are pulled back in time to play out secret memories of ghosts. The sound of the drones grows louder as the wind picks up. Rain comes down as sharp as knives. From inside it sounds like trains dropping. A terrible howling is drowned out by the machine gun sound of the rain.
The backwards mummification of the bride is complete. Decapitated midgets carry glass jars of organs into vast temples miles into the maze-like passages. The organs will grow into the fragmented shape of a God and be worshipped accordingly. Things that move like blobs take on the crude form of a human to follow the line of midgets. The sickly sweet smell of the Bride's remains provokes curiosity in creatures without eyes.