first - schizophrenic nightmare
...The many lumps of flesh that rock back and forth in front of me, amongst the symphony of soprano screams, tenor cries and god knows what else... this isn't what I remember.
To be truthful, I don't remember anything. Nothing but rudimentary knowledge. And the knowledge I do have tells me this isn't normal.
Any familiar human facial features have been morphed into chunks of loafs. Are they even human? They're all tumbling about and giving off acidic smells which I have to try my best to ignore. The only thing that comforts me here is that I can logically believe I was abducted by aliens and spirited away to another planet. It would make sense.
This world's a stranger to me now. There's nowhere I can turn to here. Everywhere I look, a scene of horror; chunks of blood and meat strewn about, unfamiliar colors of corroded brown and dirtied red. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. Even the sky has lost its color, tie-dyed instead in softer shades of gray and red. It's less searing to my eyes to look at, but I can't look up to this unfamiliar sky forever.
If I were to tell anyone about this back home -- wherever "home" is -- I'd be thrown in a hospital. No, not just any hospital, a mental asylum where I'd be locked away in some corner of the highly secure building, in order to be forgotten about.
Better this than that, I suppose.
Everywhere I walk. It seems every sense of mine has been overwhelmed by unfamiliarity. At one moment I hear deafening silence, the next I hear a choir of shrill, piercing screams all coming in at different times, from different places. The air smells like sour, acerbic ammonia and blood, an indescribable reek. The squash of soft flesh beneath my feet, and the slippery, viscous drip that dribbles down the walls of buildings and everything else. I can't quite speak for taste yet, but judging from what I see, I doubt any food I come into contact with will be much better in the midst of this nightmare.
No matter how things look, they are probably the normal whereas I must be the abnormal.
...I'm not insane. Not in the least.
To be truthful, I don't remember anything. Nothing but rudimentary knowledge. And the knowledge I do have tells me this isn't normal.
Any familiar human facial features have been morphed into chunks of loafs. Are they even human? They're all tumbling about and giving off acidic smells which I have to try my best to ignore. The only thing that comforts me here is that I can logically believe I was abducted by aliens and spirited away to another planet. It would make sense.
This world's a stranger to me now. There's nowhere I can turn to here. Everywhere I look, a scene of horror; chunks of blood and meat strewn about, unfamiliar colors of corroded brown and dirtied red. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. Even the sky has lost its color, tie-dyed instead in softer shades of gray and red. It's less searing to my eyes to look at, but I can't look up to this unfamiliar sky forever.
If I were to tell anyone about this back home -- wherever "home" is -- I'd be thrown in a hospital. No, not just any hospital, a mental asylum where I'd be locked away in some corner of the highly secure building, in order to be forgotten about.
Better this than that, I suppose.
Everywhere I walk. It seems every sense of mine has been overwhelmed by unfamiliarity. At one moment I hear deafening silence, the next I hear a choir of shrill, piercing screams all coming in at different times, from different places. The air smells like sour, acerbic ammonia and blood, an indescribable reek. The squash of soft flesh beneath my feet, and the slippery, viscous drip that dribbles down the walls of buildings and everything else. I can't quite speak for taste yet, but judging from what I see, I doubt any food I come into contact with will be much better in the midst of this nightmare.
No matter how things look, they are probably the normal whereas I must be the abnormal.
...I'm not insane. Not in the least.