Welcome to a paranoiac nightmare from the depths of man’s psyche while the grieving soul sleeps.

Please enjoy your stay.

COMA’S END

By Christopher Michael Carter

 

Lost love never found…
A pond of numbers and fluff…

Pillow science…

…key punching…

…an exact science upon man…

Let the gum on the bottom of your shoes be a lesson…

…a lesson learned

Dream? Reality?

Why are you sleeping?

The doors will shut when they are too heavy…

Don’t be alarmed…

…it’s only a test.

Or is it?

It’s not a test.

It’s all real.

Very real and in your face and it’s not backing off…

It wants…

They want…

They’re knocking…

Knocking…

KNOCKING…

Knocking at your front door…

And yes…

They want you…

You’re at the top of their list…

Number One, Jack…

Number One…

Still with us?

Good.

You’ve done fine…

Now take a nice deep breath…

And tell the pigs in the pit how you feel…

and remind the lonely dogs in the street…

…that breakfast is served…

A nice big bowl of stars and stripes with warm milk

And a side of anarchy with the crusts cut off…

Slaughter the innocent…

and bathe in their blood

Sacrifice the virgin…

Upon the leafy mold that is Earth

Now follow the pink rabbit to the waterhole…

and wait for the bus.

Slay the pink rabbit

and leave it by the waterhole

Take the bus…

Get a window seat…

…and kick back

Thirsty? Soda?

Hungry? Candy?

In need? Indeed

Vegetarians with cannibalistic urges

A Sunday picnic gone astray

love hate love

hate love hate

Love thy neighbor…

…But don’t trust ‘em
Sugar. Salt. Repeat.

Sugar. Salt. Repeat.

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Free?

Happiness in the distance

This coma’s nearing its end…
…and we’re waking up

NOW!

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And our adventures remain a snapshot in secrecy

Shh, don’t tell anyone

Promise?

We’ll see…