Descent into Madness

Whispering Talking Shouting Voices surround me. Screams, Screams, It feels as If the very walls Are Screaming. I open my eyes and to My own surprise They are. Lips Down the corridor as far as the eye can see and perhaps beyond. Their words merge together and Become nothing but a wave of babble. As I feel my ears going numb there is silence. I have gone deaf or perhaps mad but either way I can’t hear them anymore. So I try reading the lips one by one and I am forced to turn my head, even I hear him. He has come. The Judge wearing his midnight cowl and the blindfold but every step is as loud as a cannon blast. He has silenced them but not for long. They begin whispering, and for my own sanity, I run toward him, but he says “your Day has not yet come”. So in a blinding flash, I see every word as the chorus once again begins its eerie babbling, and as I begin to collapse to the floor, I see there is none. What I’m standing on is literally the ink of my every written word. There is no pressure beneath my feet and I begin to scream. Above me is sea of eyes. They barely blink at my outrage and utter confusion. As I huddle closed into only myself, trying to ignore the very fabric of existence, I can feel the eyes growing hungry, and one tone growing above all others, sounds from the broken voices. Angery shouts and the need to devour anything that stands out, the walls begin to shake and the weight of my words fades and I have nothing. The lips surround me and cut my flesh with their tongues. Words with which before only stung now rip the very marrow from my bones. All that is left is an empty skull and a lone blood cell, but like Prometheus there is no end to this hell. Once again I begin to hear the voices. First just the Whispers, then the Talking, and the Screaming, the Screaming, The VeRy WaLLS ARE SCREAMING. Then the vision returns and I can see that the words below are not mine but I am made from then. I would have begun to ponder this thought but there is silence once again. Then I hear him saying, “your Day has not yet come”. I manage to cry out, “When will this end” and his reply is “your Day has not yet come and this one is not yet done”. Then while asking myself the meaning of that in confusion I cry out "let it end" and then Once again I am eaten. As the sound grows once again from whispers I am concentrating on my words. When the eyes return I realize that I keep building myself back up but each time a little less. I barely notice as I am Judged but I yell my utter outrage. As the words consume me Still I Shout. I am reborn and from the bottom my lungs I Yell. I don’t pause for my judgment just I Scream and I Scream and I Scream. Even though I am Numb still I Cry out. My guts have stopped growing back but I Scream on, because that is all I have. Finally when my throat is dry and my voice dead and gone, All that are left are the paper thin flesh and a few bones and my face, I am Judged again. This time I take a desperate fist and tackle The unexplained Justice and Remove the hood. Only to behold with my very eyes that the woman with the might of a man was blind. Without Voice I could say nothing and so I didn’t. I could have beaten Justice till she was black and blue but It wouldn’t have changed my fate and so I helped her up and sat to await my fate when faintly I heard “sometimes justice must be pushed down before she can stand”. I stared in black confusion and listened as she decreed me free. Thus I awoke this morning in a cold sweat feeling sore and not well rested, but something inside of me felt at ease.