I wished it was real. Standing between two worlds. Teaching myself to write made me able to construct more than hallucinations of my reality. And just as the videos blacked out so did my memories of the paranormal. I would enter a fantasy where I had super human powers. My mind could conquer the event of bastards. We are the stone. Fighters of the Illuminati. I was alone seeing the immaculate designs of a weapon used to subdue my creativity. Subliminal radio waves called up to the KGB.
Forget doors locking you from the outside. And the evil lights of colored blue and violet blasting across the sky. Forget the enigma of a vampire dressed in black crimson flame. Forget the the grids of electricity across the dark lands around you. Forget the truth. Forget possession forget the shadows that danced over you as you slept. Forget when the school rooms burned forget all you learned. The story I couldn’t tell: the ghost in the shell of my computer screen tapping away at the keyboards when I couldn’t sleep.
It was just your imagination the books were torn from your stupid brain. Insane. Forget the chart on the wall that displayed the futures lobotomy. Put on your costume. Stand in line and cheer the victory as we lay on our children and all of history’s disappointing end. The future is fake. Nothing is real. I’ll show you a secret I cant take. I’ll show you a power I can feel. God was just the cartoon drawing of a boy with cancer dying to live for an answer. I’m never giving in to the company. Get your credit checked mother fuckers because you’re history.