Post by Robbie Hope on Feb 2, 2021 22:59:25 GMT -6
Lights will guide you home.
And ignite your bones.
I will try to fix you.
Sometimes you have these loyal creatures who depend on you for everything.
From shelter, to sustenance. Guidance, to protection.
They depend on you for acceptance, and for love.
They spend their days agonizing for your approval.
They don’t want to disappoint you.
---
“Hands on the table.”
The Men looked at each other, tears in their eyes. Hope had drained from their conscience. ONYX adjusted the head of the lamp, shining the bright bulb in their direction, the high wattage of the white glow burning their eyes.
“Now.”
She moved the bulb over the darkened, oak table to guide them. The First placed his grimy fingers on the table and nodded his head to the Other, insisting he follow the order. The Other laid his hands on the table next to the First, their light exposing the blood on their scraped knuckles, the sludge buried under their fingernails. As if they were two abandoned dogs, digging under the fence, looking for an escape.
“You’ve disappointed me.”
ONYX swings the baton, crushing the delicate bones in their hands. The camera cuts to black, with the sound of their pained cries soundtracking the black screen.
---
I just want them to be good, loyal servants.
My Pets.
They’ll learn.
They’ll obey.
They’ll do what I need them to do.
But first?
They’ll suffer.
Disclaimer: Lyrics credited to Chris Martin of Coldplay
And ignite your bones.
I will try to fix you.
Sometimes you have these loyal creatures who depend on you for everything.
From shelter, to sustenance. Guidance, to protection.
They depend on you for acceptance, and for love.
They spend their days agonizing for your approval.
They don’t want to disappoint you.
---
“Hands on the table.”
The Men looked at each other, tears in their eyes. Hope had drained from their conscience. ONYX adjusted the head of the lamp, shining the bright bulb in their direction, the high wattage of the white glow burning their eyes.
“Now.”
She moved the bulb over the darkened, oak table to guide them. The First placed his grimy fingers on the table and nodded his head to the Other, insisting he follow the order. The Other laid his hands on the table next to the First, their light exposing the blood on their scraped knuckles, the sludge buried under their fingernails. As if they were two abandoned dogs, digging under the fence, looking for an escape.
“You’ve disappointed me.”
ONYX swings the baton, crushing the delicate bones in their hands. The camera cuts to black, with the sound of their pained cries soundtracking the black screen.
---
I just want them to be good, loyal servants.
My Pets.
They’ll learn.
They’ll obey.
They’ll do what I need them to do.
But first?
They’ll suffer.
Disclaimer: Lyrics credited to Chris Martin of Coldplay