"No, we haven't seen the end of them. We've only had a close view of the beginning of what may be the end of us."
-Them! (1954)
Still alive, breathing. I am walking alone in a dark street of nowhere. I don't know where I am. The only thing I have is my gray back pack with a bottle of water and a wallet with twenty dollars and eighty-five cents inside it. As I walk in the street, I see a silhouette of a little girl walking towards me. She is wearing a yellow jumpsuit and a dirty white shoe. I noticed that her other shoe is missing as she moves closer to me. We are standing one meter apart from each other now. "I can show you the way" the little girl spoke. I don't know what she meant but I just follow her away from the dark street so I can find my way home. As I am walking, I noticed a blood from the little girl's ankle. "What happened to your feet?" I asked. The little girl doesn't seem to hear me. We passed through some old houses and abandoned cars as we walk through the streets and some street lights are flickering maybe due to the poor maintenance of street facilities. Yes, that's the common reason why some lights flicker, and not because of some creepy ghost or something is about to come. We have been walking for almost thirty minutes and none of us are talking ever since I asked her a question "uh, can you please tell me where we are going?" the girl ignored me again. Maybe she doesn't seem interested in talking much, maybe this girl has just survived from a misfortunate event of her life and it hurts that's why she doesn't want to talk or maybe she just came from a rough game in the playground and she's tired of talking. I am thinking too much about this little girl because I don't know where we are going and I don't even know who she is. I am obviously following a ten years old stranger on the way into the unknown. Finally, we arrived in front of an old Victorian gothic-like house.
We entered our way inside the house, I was amazed by every little detail inside the house. The walls seemed to be built in marble while the furniture design looks like it was carefully engraved and perfectly polished by a professional artist. Everything inside the hall seemed to be well maintained. In the midst of my astonishment, I noticed that the little girl isn't around, so I tried to find her inside every room of the house. I entered the dining room of the house and saw a massive bowl of strawberry ice cream, as big as a watermelon. I sat in the chair and grab the silver spoon and ate the ice cream with feelings as if I were in an ice cream advertisement. It was delicious. As I devour it, I came to notice that there was a cat on the other side of the table. "Ich weiß, richtig, es ist köstlich" the cat uttered. My eyes grew big from what I have witnessed. I then flicker an eyelid and raise my eyebrows. I was confounded by the cat's ability to talk. "I-i don't understand" I stuttered as I replied, thinking maybe, it was just my imagination that the cat talked in German "I know, right, it's delicious. Eat some more" the cat said. I still can't believe my eyes from what is happening, it talked again for the second time. "why are you talking? cats aren't supposed to talk. What are you? Some kind of a robot animal? Are you programmed to do that while I eat?" I said. "hahahaha I'm no robot, I am the kid that you were with while you walk your way in here" the cat replied. "and I made that delicious dessert that you ate. Now you can continue ingesting it on your body" Said the cat. I scooped the ice cream and beneath it was a brain. A bloody human brain on the bowl I was holding. I suddenly puke because of what I saw. "what happened?" the cat asked in a contemptuous tone. "oh, don't be rude, don't you like my food? I made it with heart. I think it was underneath the brain if you scoop further" the cat stated. I was shocked and scared at the same time, I don't know why a cat talked to me and suddenly revealed the ice cream's main component. It doesn't seem to be right. I want to get out of the place, of the moment. But I suddenly can't move, I can't control my own body. It feels like I have been chained into the chair. The cat unexpectedly picked up the spoon and scooped the brain from the bowl and then slowly but teasingly move its way to my mouth.
I don't want to eat it, and the cat is forcing me to eat a spoonful of brain. As the spoon moves near into my mouth, I closed my eyes out of fright, and then-
-I did my time, and I want out
So effusive, fade
It doesn't cut
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts
Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth
With all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
Undone, it has begun
I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks, in the road we lay
But where the temple fell
The secrets have gone mad
This is nothing new
But when we killed it all
The hate was all we had
Who needs another mess?
We could start over
Just look me in the eyes
And say I'm wrong
Now there's only emptiness
Venomous, insipid
I think we're done
I'm not the only one
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The song sound so familiar to me. Psychosocial. My alarm tone, it is.
I woke up feeling heavy and tired. I got up and head my way to the bathroom and took a bath. I shuddered as the cold water poured into my head and unto my body, it feels fresh as I closed my eyes and reminisce the weird dream I had. It was a bad dream. Senseless. I live alone in a small apartment together with my pet Oliver. I kept Oliver ever since I was in high school. I'm going to work now. I have to leave Oliver and my breakfast at home. In fact, nobody at home do the breakfast thing. Not me nor Oliver. I usually did brunch at the store near our building usually during our break on ten-thirty to save time. Time is important, time is gold, and time stops for no man ladies and germs.