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The Demon’s Head #90: A New Reality
March
27, 2013
Hello
everyone how are you this afternoon. I’m sitting here at computer writing this
post completely pissed off. I bought a studio set up last year. I thought that
it could get me up and running in the audio world. Well I went to set it up on
this new computer to start recording a demo for an audio book, and the damn
thing isn’t working. I’m kind of tinkering with it hoping that I can figure it
out soon. I will say that I’m happy to be sitting here writing this post to all
of you guys. With that said let’s take a look at today’s picture:
A
New Reality
The
world that I once knew,
Was
taken away,
My
story started long ago,
On
a drive home,
Me,
My
wife,
And
beautiful new baby girl,
But
then,
Then
I was too damn blinded,
By
my own need to drink,
That
I never realized it,
This
night,
Was
the same way,
Drunken,
And
angry,
I
decided that driving,
Was
my best option,
The
sounds of the world around me,
Drifted
away,
As
I drove down the road,
Only
realizing that my wife,
Was
in the seat next to me,
And
that our destination was down the road about a mile,
It
was safe,
I
was safe,
As
we drove along,
I
felt the bumps of the railroad tracks,
And
heard screams,
I
turned my head,
As
the train made its impact,
Broadside
on the passenger door,
In
the next instance it is dark,
And
the world is gone,
Time
passes,
Minutes,
Maybe
Hours,
Maybe
Days,
But
when the light refloods my vision,
I’m
on the ground,
Laying,
Head
hurting,
The
car gone,
With
it my wife,
And
beautiful baby,
Maybe They Are Safe
I
think,
But
in my head I know I’m wrong,
I
want to leave,
But
something holds me here,
Death is my salvation
I
say,
I
hear the whistle blowing,
Almost
as if sent from above,
To
end this torture,
I
hear it getting closer,
And
closer,
I
step into the tracks,
The
train doesn’t stop,
Or
slow down,
As
blows through me,
I
open my eyes,
Feeling
the air rush through me,
As
if I’m not even there,
And
I guess in reality,
I’m
not,
Because
these train tracks,
That
cost me my loved ones,
Have
now become my home,
My
hell,
For
what’s left of eternity
About
The Piece
I
don’t know what I could say about this piece honestly. I looked at the picture
and thought a different story, or style at least called to me. But when I
started that it didn’t seem to want to come to me. In fact the first five lines
that were in this piece originally were deleted. I felt that those were of a
different story that didn’t involve the main character that I was working with
for this particular piece.
That’s
the piece for today. I know that some of these may touch home with a few
readers. I’d like to thank you personally for reading these and I’d love you to
share your comments and thoughts on both the picture and the piece.
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Until
the next time you go through the gates of hell and into the demon’s head, I’m
Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
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