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A pale blue light burns my eyes,
The numbers still slowly counting down.
I am crying.
Gasping for breath.
Groping frantically for your body
But instead,
I find sheets cold
With my sweat.
It seems that only seconds ago,
I was striking the ground
Cursing a God who takes away
All we love.
A playground bully,
And there is no teacher to save us.
You were here, and now
Gone, so forever my puzzle shall remain incomplete,
Faded and cracked as your picture
Is in my thoughts.
I sit and find my senses in the pale blue light,
And you lay sleeping, miles away.
Unaware you had just died.

Part 5: An Abrupt Halt

Now knowing their purpose,
and far below the surface,
The Winding Staircase halted,
the game was now faulted.
Into Level 25 they must journey,
for their passage will take some searching,
Peter now realized at last,
his journey wore more than one mask.

Peter: Inside this door,
another staircase lays,
perhaps hidden so cleverly,
perhaps sitting out as plain as day.

Alex: We are ready when you are,
our journey has brought us so far.
but keep in mind,
we do not know what dangers might lurk behind.

Peter: Beyond this point,
we stick together.
if we become separated,
this labyrinth of rooms
may keep it that way forever.

Ava: Please, words are useless.
We all know that together
is our only way through this.

Peter: This door is not burned.
It opens freely.
How odd, that we must skip these,
and burn the very last beneath it.

Ava: This floor is completely untouched!
It is lit so well
it seems here,
no body or thing has ever dwelled.

Alex: The rooms are merely frames,
hollow like this home.
This place was never finished,
perhaps there is no staircase in it.

Peter: There must be a passage,
if not it defeats our purpose,
why else would they send us
so far below the surface.

Ava: I feel something is not right,
this thought burns through to my stomach,
though this room is so bright,
gloom is still present on it.

Alex: There is something we are not seeing,
our vision is surely distracted.
This room must have some sort of trick
to finding our passage.

Peter: The floors, they seem to shine
as though they are made of gold.
Perhaps in darkness,
our path may be told.
Break the lights!
The reflection shall die,
we must try for we are wasting time.


Alex: My friend your theory is correct,
the floor casts no more glare.
The staircase surely is hidden
somewhere over there.

Peter: I have found it.
We must press on.
This is where our lives
must become bold.

Part 4: The Winding Staircase: Alex and Ava

Alex: Peter, you must understand,
our past is one of hardship,
because for us, there was never a kind, giving hand.
You were born into wealth and glory,
into what we were born,
is an entirely different story.

Peter: My sympathy my friends,
I admit, I know nothing of the sort.
To you my life seems grand,
but to me my luck seems a burden.

Ava: We grew up in the slums,
and it was extremely cold,
I'm sure you can imagine,
as our home was filled with holes.

Alex: Our parents were kind and loving,
but they worked day and night.
They were always so tired,
and never had time for life.
At night they would give us all their warmth,
we slept so soundly, as if we were told,
while they huddled and shook violently in the cold.

Ava: They loved us oh so much.

Alex: We always had so little to eat.

Ava: So while we ate they starved.

Alex: Oh how they grew so weak.

Alex and Ava: Their bodies couldn't take the cold
it were as if they had grown old,
the sickness came and infected,
our only source of love in this
cruel and hopeless world of ours,
in time they passed and we were left,
alone.

Peter: My friends
this is so terrible.
I have no words to express
how much I ache for your broken hearts.
When we get through this,
you shall accompany me,
back to the mansion,
you are now my family.
Please, I must ask,
how did you end up in this terrible task.

Alex: Shortly after our parents passed,
we feared we would never last.
But alas, we came upon this house,
and Elias was kind enough
to let us come in and work to pay
so we could have a warm place to stay.

Ava: We clean the house,
what little we can,
we cook for and feed the children and old man.
About a month has passed since we were taken in,
and today Elias received word from your kin.
Rather than pick a child, more experienced,
he came to us and said it was imperative,
he said all this with a sort of grim look on his face,
apparently we had skills
for which would help you greatly.

Peter: Perhaps your parents trades
are the skills to which he refers.

Alex: Our mother was a maid,
there are no relevant skill which she gave.

Peter: Then it must be your father,
he showed you something i'm sure.

Ava: our father showed us much,
he was an incinerator.

Part 4: The Winding Staircase: The Burned Doors

With their lanterns lit,
they travelled down,
the stairs were jagged, slippery, and reeked.
But even with their light, it was too dark to see what was collecting on their feet.
As they passed every level going down, they soon realized something.
The doors in which to enter the floors,
Seemed as though they had been burning.

Peter: We have been climbing down for hours,
and each door we have passed,
smells of smoke and bears a color of deep black.

Alex: Indeed my friend,
this I have noticed too.
It seems other people were sent on the same mission
before you.

Peter: Stop. Perhaps we should enter one of these floors.
Perhaps there are remnants
of what other had to burn before.

Ava: But we are constricted by time,
and its grip is growing tighter.
With each minute that ticks away,
our lanterns flames shall tire,
and remember we must save some oil
in order to start the fire.

Peter: Perhaps if we only use two lights
instead of three.
Here I shall put mine out,
and we can investigate behind this door,
surely you want to see.

Alex: Sister, he is right.
It proves better to be prepared.
With only two lights lit,
much oil will be spared.

Peter: So it is settled then?
We shall enter level 12
A brief look around,
there is no need to delve.
The door seems to be stuck,
something is blocking it inside.

Alex and Ava: We shall help,
it is our purpose,
please move aside.

Peter: It is open only a crack,
and I can see very little.
Ashes, burned paper,
and… a shirt, it is in tatters, 
but other than that,
there is no need for further investigation of the matter 
Come let us continue our descent,
and perhaps you will tell me your story,
my ear is lent.

Part 3: All Is Not As It Seems

So Peter, Alex, and Ava set off down the dark steps.
However, none of them knew, that back at Peter’s home,
the truth was about to reveal itself, to the world.

The Servant: Sir, Elias has sent word
that Peter's journey has begun
but how could we have sent him
so far from the warmth of the sun

The Magistrate: This world grows dimmer without his light,
but it must be done
I carry his world in my hands
and my obligations crush it all.

Servant: His heart sits in the right place
but his mind is so foolish.
To bite his tongue
and accept this meaningless task

The Magistrate: Yes, but even you must know,
that saving words and biting tongues
are tall tales made only
for the sake of love.

The Servant: He trusts in you
with an adamant confidence
but his mind does wonder
as his eyes glisten
and i fear we've drawn this out too far

The Magistrate: Life has its prices
when loose ends look past the horizon

The Wife: You foul, fake, fool!
What have you done?
Condemned our only remaining son?
Was it not enough, to lose our two eldest?
It seems that you and your war
are the ones who deserve this!

The Magistrate: My dear, dim, doll,
you have no knowledge of the matter,
this is my will and it shall be done,
I will not risk my power
over such a trivial matter
as a son.

The Wife: Are you so sure
that you can fix this world
that we have destroyed?
Are so driven by a power hungry lust,
that your son is now the same as dust

The Magistrate: He is of no worth!

The Wife: He is your blood!

The Magistrate: I’m sorry dear but by dawn,
his blood will be the Earth’s.
Ashes and dust, burning embers.
He will be eaten by the fire,
As well and his hopeless lusts and desires.

The Wife: My husband, you no longer have my heart.
You have lost your sight of justice.
This crown of blood that fell
down the line into your hands
has made you no longer a man.
You forget that those
who still remain
will never go back to the old ways again.
You were once the epitome of justice
I hope by dawn Peter returns,
And with malice, he shall correct this...

Part 2: The House By The Sea

As Peter entered the terrible house by the sea,
he was greeted by dozens of children,
so filthy that grime was all they seemed to be.
He asked where he could find Elias,
and they all circled him and spoke.

Children: Welcome to our home!
We hope you feel comfortable
No one ever comes to visit us,
so your business here is surely a must.
This house is not a normal house,
no it has many levels beneath,
when the clock strikes twelve
we're sure you'll be heading down to see.

Peter: Children you obviously understand
I have no time to waste.
Where is the man they call Elias?
Tell him I am the son of The Magistrate.

Children: The Magistrate!
His son?!
What an honor to have
such a guest in our home.
And just what

brings such rich blood

to such a shallow place as this?

Please tell us, for we are curious.

Peter: I have been chosen to perform a task tonight.


Children: Tonight?
Run away! Run away!
He is the chosen one who shall burn all our home away!

Elias: Hello there!
I sense a great fire in you,
we'll see just how well you'll do.

Forgive the children,
for they are a bit short minded,
you see, they're not used

to company.
now your father

believes in you a great deal.

but we'll see how well you'll do

and i truly meant

i sense a great fire in you.

There are thirty five levels beneath our feet
and each contains a number of rooms.
You must journey to the 35th
and enter room 22.


Peter: Is this truly what i must do?


Elias: Room 22 is a special room.
Whatever lay within
you must BURN IT.


Peter: is this truly

what i'm chosen for?

surely my father meant

for something more

Elias: Listen close young Peter.
This is very important,
no matter what lay in that room,
you must burn it.
The whole room must be set ablaze,
and I am sad to say,
failure doesn't mean you get to walk away unscathed.

Peter, i beg you listen close again,
no glass shall be broken,
if it is, your blood shall be spilled as a token.
Along your journey these two siblings shall accompany you,
their names are Alex and Ava,
they will help you through.

Elias: Now go for the clock has struck midnight,
now go, your journey has begun,

be back before the dawn.

be back before the dawn
oh and beware of those, living upon and below level 26.

part 1: The Magistrate and his son

Our story unfolds
in a desolate, barren setting.
One in which the sun was never meant to behold,
and snow falls always, unrelenting.
The bitter cold digs deep in your bones,
the temperature, oh so low.
but this would be the least of this boy's worries.
His name was Peter
His fate was sealed the day
that he was born,
to the Magistrate.
The long held family tradition,
on which he was about to embark,
was the push over the edge,
the lone spark in a world so dark.

Magistrate: Son, I've been waiting for this day,
you see now that you've come of age,
it's time to make your father proud,
our ancestors have all proven themselves,
and now it's your turn, you will succeed without a doubt.
My prayers go with you into the darkest depths of despair,
for what you will see, I have seen,
and all that you will feel, I have felt,
and so have all the other men in our blood,
my son, today you become a man.

Peter: Father, I trust in you with all my heart
but surely you cannot send me off so blindly from the start.
What am I to do?
What shall be expected?
Is there no way around this?
Or am I condemned to accept it?

Magistrate: Peter, you must understand,
I grow weaker and
and you are next to rule this land.
But before this power is passed,
I must be sure, you can do what it will ask.

Peter: I now see what this means,
and though I wish not to bear this awful weight,
this great task I shall accept,
for you weary heart's sake.

Magistrate: My son, so brave,
so gallant in your ways,
to the House By the Sea you will go.

Peter: My God this cannot be!

Magistrate: Inside find the old man named Elias,
he shall inform you of your task.
Like a fire burning bright be bold,
no go my son,
into the cold.

son of magistrate
sent to a house for punishment
bunch of children upon entering house
old people in kitchen talking about the shinedown
main character, boy, and boy's sister have to find room in house and burn it and everyone inside it or something bad would happen
traveling through house, see many different weird rooms filled with horrible people doing horrible things (possible filler for history of house)
find a glass wall in a room and can see room that needs to be burned,
but the glass cannot be broken
(boy angrily throws lantern at glass, it explodes and the flames engulf the sister)
still alive, boy carries sister and they along with main character find the room,
it is filled with people.
boy starts fire, and sets himself and sister aflame
main character see's that the house is all evil.
he begins to burn down the entire house
him and all the other children escape in time
stand outside and watch the house burn.

the gift of faith
is one not handed out freely.
though many will claim
that they have it,
know they flaunt insecurity
and desperation to feel safe.
the chair in the corner
was made to be sat in,
but man would rather stand.
instead of sitting patiently
man asks why, and man becomes paranoid
and threatened when an answer is not given.
the chair that was made
for comfort and relief
now flies out the window,
as man now feels free.
people do bad things
and the world,
just is not ready to accept,
that it will never end.
look up to your leaders,
and begin the long trek home.
for this war has been lost,
never to be remembered,
it now is gone.

i remember that moment
like it was yesterday
i was tangled up in my words
you seemed to know what was coming
totally killed my thunder
now take a step back
and look at where we are
i can proudly say
this has been the best adventure yet

i believe
you're the most amazing person
i've ever seen.
we've both got flaws
but to be honest
you are such a nugget

we're so geeky
yea we're just too lame
but all those other people are to blame
we go grr and rawr
in their faces
but they just say we're cute
i guess that we
just dont have it.
we'll never be cool
all we are is
SMOOSH

i believe
you're the most amazing person
i've ever seen.
we've both got flaws
but to be honest
you are such a nugget

this is for
the past 2 years.
ok so i guess its not 2 years but
I LIKE TO ROUND SHIT UP
(like ten months)

how many people can say
that their girlfriend
made them a monster cake
on their birthday
and how many people can say
their girlfriend made them a little whale
i'm so lucky
SAUCE I LOVE YOU!


i believe
you're the most amazing person
i've ever seen.
we've both got flaws
but to be honest
you are such a nugget

monster

What time is it?
It feels like it has been hours or dare i say an eternity, since I have taken the time to glance over at that clock. The clock that sits ticking away, always counting down but going forward. It's been one month, 2 weeks, 3 days, 13 hours, and 25 minutes since I've left this room. Keep in mind this is only a rough estimate since I have, indeed, not looked at the clock for quite some time. I am not a monster but instead something far more complex. In the early hours of the morning, while most of you are sleeping, there is a woman who is always awake and ready to greet her day with the utmost certainty that it will reward her with greatness. At 4:15 a.m., her alarm goes off. The alarm clock itself is flat black and has a dock for an mp3 player, but it is through our experience that attaching an mp3 player to the clock, causes it to short circuit and after two embarrassing incidents, she just uses the radio setting. Depending on her previous night, she either wakes up immediately or hits the snooze button and takes an extra, well deserved ten minute rest. She then crawls out of bed and always, always stretches her arms out, then her legs, pulls on a robe and slippers and proceeds to the shower. Since I respect the sanctity that comes with taking a shower, this part of her day is kept private in her windowless bathroom. A great idea to keep from those horrid people who watch others take showers just to get off to it later. At around 5 a.m., she comes out of the bathroom fully dressed, already as graceful as she'll ever be, and begins the tedious task of cooking herself breakfast. Her usual meal consists of cereal, toast, and two pieces of turkey bacon. She consumes her meal, washes the dishes, and at around 6:20 a.m., she begins to round up her purse, keys, cell phone, briefcase, and coat, always in this exact order, even if two of the items on opposite ends of this list are sitting right next to each other. She leaves her apartment and locks both the door knob and the deadbolt locks. From here she descends 12 floors always by stairs to the bottom floor and begins the trek to work. As i said earlier, I am not a monster, but am quite different. If you believe in attaining something, you should always pursue it, but in my case I followed this woman to make sure she was always safe. It's amazing how many creeps assault women like her in this town. Now her commute to work is always the same and is not important as she is always alone. She is not the social type and when she is, it is only because she is being polite. Now watching from my sacred glass portal, I can see all. And if you are wondering why I have not left my humble apartment in one month, 2 weeks, 3 days, 13 hours, and 25 minutes is because this woman is not normal. One night as I was watching in a furious rage (she had a suitor over) she seemed quite odd. Her normal idiosyncrasies were not what they were. She seemed odd, in shambles, and then that is when she took a ten inch kitchen knife and plunged it into the man's head. In one month, 2 weeks, 3 days, 13 hours, and 25 minutes, I have seen 13 people die. I am not a monster, I am quite different.

dreams in mirrors

close your eyes
this world will only get darker
drift to sleep
dream of life staring at itself
invert all you know
leave all these dreadful worries behind

that man had courage
as he was struck down
standing before the armies
of doubt
that oppressed him
that oppressed his beliefs
this is not the end
but only the beginning of something
much more terrifying
hiding behind those masks
we call faces, lies a conscience
toss it aside or embrace what we see
to be reality in the cross fires
of scandalous lust

discard your morals
embrace your turmoils
falling behind the lines
we retreat to a home
which we will find to be gone
as we search for our true meanings
what is this to become
what am i really?
this is ours for the taking

taken to a brighter place for
just a moment
we see all that we fight for
its beautiful

piece yourself together
for the dawn is approaching
we will bask in the light
and broach the art of defeat

i believe
this is all make believe
all my love is only a dream

looking in the mirror
amazed by what i see
i say you'll always be the best part of me
because i'm just so damn pretty
and if you dont think so
fuk you.
i used to have long beautiful hair
but i cut it off
because all those other boys
just wanted to be like me
they just wanted to be pretty
and if you think i'm being full of my self
thats impossible
cuz i'm not capable of putting myself inside of myself
what the fuk is wrong with you
dont you know basic anatomy?
i'm just so pretty
i could stand here all day
and yes i'm a bit pudgy
but that doesnt make me less pretty
in fact i think i have the best figure
in the world.
cuz i'm so god damn pretty.
yes.

today i went to the park
just to walk around
and ponder
whats going on in my life and
thats when i found
the most beautiful girl
i had ever seen
sitting down reading a worn out copy
of hustler magazine
maybe she just likes
the articles inside
or could it possibly be
that i'm looking at a dyke

are you a lesbian?
cuz if you are
i've got a camera
and a hot cousin
so lets hop in my car
are you a lesbian?
dont be ashamed
we'll throw a vid up on youtube
and see what people have to say

city

fall beneath the city
lights pushing onward
feel the motion of feet moving forward
become a part of the crowd
assimilate,
oh system!
high up on the shoulders of many,
remember not that they exist
but that without them you would not.
we all wish to be seen, heard, and discovered
growing out of cracks in the ground
so desperate to be seen
to be felt,
lost in a mass of followers
break free and spread those mythical wings
outstretched arms reaching so high
as though they could rub out the sun
how can this be true?
how can a life so burdened become something more
speak up, don't sucumb to all that they wish you to be
speak true, your word is all you've got
oh the fall comes in winter,
and winter seeps into summer
and the sun shall burn away in the darkness

number 2

can you see?
crawling at such a slow pace
the world is leaving us behind
there's no way to catch up
but if we settle now
we'll be settling for less than what we deserve
i can see that this is going no where fast
there's too many words running through my head
i only have one voice
and its getting run down
drowned out by all these complaints
no one is real anymore
i'm flying
i'm sleeping
i'm becoming more yet losing it all
it feels fine, but i can see it in your eyes
it bothers you that i can do all the things i do
and say all the words i say
without caring at all
i could give a damn,
but i'll save it for tomorrow
fleeting feelings spilling sorrow
boys and girls, dont run away
from the pain of being alone
its the best gift you'll ever be given.
knowing that you have nothing left to lose
what more is there to do
there's nothing left to say
fleeting feelings screaming redemption
and as this voice is silenced
never knowing how far it could go
and how many hearts it entered
a blind man is picking out the flowers
and a deaf man is picking out the music
swim with me into the ocean
this world has rendered its end
breathe.

acoustic 1

the night shines
like it's the middle of the day
and without this all being so horrible
i think i'd actually believe.

heads filled with hazy thoughts
circling round and round this square world
connecting, becoming all
believing from the bottom of this hole.

and yet here we all stand
with the villain in the closet
and the gun in one's hand,
never, ever make eye contact
never, ever make eye contact
the eyes are not a window to the soul
but instead just another pit fall
of sympathy, of believing in something more.

the stars reflect in the eyes
of all those who aspire to do more with their lives
single mothers, drunken fathers,
beaten child,
what more can be done
than to pass a smile from
heads filled with hazy thoughts
circling round and round this square world
connecting, becoming all
believing from the bottom of this hole.

and yet here i stand,
the villain in the mirror,
a long lost man.
it seems every day i become more afraid
of the world and its meticulous, mysterious ways
holding back from touching the stars
grounded by the eyes of this reflection
and though its the middle of the day,
the stars still shine for me,
yes the stars still burn for me.