Primary Emotions/Themes: There is only the void of nothingness
Thoughts: My eyes are sown shut. I have no sight, no touch, no smell, no taste. I can only hear the horrors that are around me, gnawing at my sanity with their alluring tones. What is this place? Where have I descended to? Surely this must be hell...
A lonely siren scratches at my ear drums with her waling notes. She sounds so comforting, yet I know there is nothing but malice in her voice. She yearns for my destruction. This being known only to me as Jarboe.
The anthems continue to gnaw at me with insincere peace. These demons have no brought back instruments from my own realm, guitars, drums, and even a human voice. Michael, I think he called himself. Have the arch angels fallen as well now?
His deep baritone voice calls to me as much as the heinous Jarboe, they are trying to lull me into a false sense of security with these calm songs. These songs make too much sense, the sound too familiar, too normal for me. I know what they are capable of, the fact that these songs have a structure to them is even more concerning considering everything I've been through to get here.
I can't let my guard down. The instant I do, they will eat my soul. Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this fate?
The music continues to swirl around me, like Swans guarding their young. The music... yes actual music... grows and grows as the needle continues to track the groove. Guitars, drums, bass... the foundations of all rock music.. they are here to keep me company. They try to bring me back from the depths of insanity. Their growing chorus of sounds fights back against the hellish creatures that have come before me. Can I get out? Can I escape this hell? Will I ever see again?
What is this? Melody? I've forgotten what it means. I'm remembering myself now... I slowly begin to find my body. I am no longer formless. I have been given life by these wonderful sounds that have come from this third record.
I have climbed up to the tallest mountain with "The Sound." This massive opus has cleansed me of all the insanity and impurities of hell. I have found myself swell into existence exactly as this song came from nothing and built itself into a massive being by the power of its own will. I have seen light in this darkness and I intend to follow it. Let us prey that this is not false hope... please let this be real.
As quickly as it came the hope has been destroyed. The insanity claws at me again with "Her Mouth Is Filled With Honey." My eyes begin to be sewn again... help me! Help me! Help me! Get me out of here! The noise has come back and it crawls at my flesh, it is taking me back into that dank wasteland where I started I am losing myself... I'm losing myself again.
I am being played with, on my descent down the music sounds so joyous. "Blood Section" is celebrating my forfeiture of my sanity once again. The bells ring in jubilation as I pass it by. When will my suffering end? When will this torture subside?
As I hit the bottom, a gnarled figure inspects me. This warped figure speaks to me in tongues that assail my senses. My hearing, the only thing left, is left bleeding. This "Hynogirl" wishes to take my body and mind. She can have it for all I care, I have no body and my mind is destroyed beyond recognition. She may begin her feast....
Where am I? Am I dead...? Who is this... speaking? Why am I hearing them? I can no longer comprehend what is happening to me. What is me? Who is me? Why am me....? I am "Minus Something" very important... me is missing something... I am me? am I me?
Am I dead...?
Written October 29th 2023
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