He called Cassie from the van, but she was refusing to answer his calls. He followed the late afternoon traffic up the Edgware Road and considered what to do about Cassie and her constant mischief making.
He came to a set of red lights by a chemist's. The lights were warning him about Cassie, saying she was dangerous, that she was one of the people who had sent him to the House where he had first met the Bone Man. The Rag and Bone man, dirty and unshaven, climbing up the rickety staircase to play Hide and Seek.
Can't stand the dark and the damp and the dust. Claustrophobia; the imagination offering countless possibilities. The ceiling caving in, burying me. If the floor gave way as well, I would fall into blackness, panting and suffocating, knowing that I'd never escape. Certain death.
Buried alive. Like in the famous Rachmaninoff Prelude. Pounding chords as the man attempts to fight his way out of a grave.
All nights are bad, though some worse than others. I can’t sleep. The seconds and minutes pass in silence. I long for winter. For the damp and cold and rain and wind. Snow and sleet and frost. The summer heat is suffocating, reminding me of that other summer twenty years ago.
Tonight, I see them; not only Dawn, but her sister as well, both fair skinned like their mother, hair the colour of hay. The girls hurry along the lane above the coast, sandals scraping on tarmac in the July heat. Ahead of them lies the sea, the tide out, water...
Alone in a house a man lay bound in ropes, hidden by the night. Not even the moon shone into the cellar, for the small window was boarded up. The man never saw the sun or the stars. He heard no voices, no laughter.
In the cellar a light bulb hung from the ceiling. I stood over the man, observing him gurgle, watching the blood dribble from his nose and stain his gag. The man's name was Damien.
They think I don't see, but I do. I see everything. I see them snivelling and running. I see them laughing. They are laughing at me, their voices piercing and hideous. I...
'I won't get sick. It's her persecuting me. Her. And you.'
Shush, he's wearing a dark gown. He has a kitchen knife in his hands. He wants to kill you.
He laughed, unable to stop. She believed him. Believed they were going to Spain in two week's time. Believed they were going to live in a villa belonging to his late aunt. Silly. Gullible. The aunt had never existed.
'Don't do that,' Cassie said. 'You're frightening me.'
Why should her light become my light Her ears and eyes become my hearing and sight Her promises alone the retardant of my might I have sat upon these steps from morning until deep into the night
While looking to the stars and the heavens up above Please bound my hands and feet before explaining this thing called love Is it as small as an atom or as vast as the almighty universe Is everything improv or do we both have time to rehearse
If scripts are being handed out I need mine well in advance It's kinda hard for me to remember my lines...
It's another harvest of emotions here In the gray side of our lives With the bitchin' and whinin' and babies cryin' Over mothers who recently died In the arms of chaotic dreams With no cares to say "goodbye" For the numbness soon resides
Shared in patterned tales They dispatched all their laboring units As you will almost certainly Prepare for today In love with the freedom Excuses prepare away But there are unseen ways That exist somehow Since you hold the keys Will you show the way now?
I wasn't here, my bad Just a second caught in the slipstream Guess what I had Left in the vault of a childhood's memories Sometime searching For any conclusion or what does it mean Just to be happy But I'm back on square one, I failed to see
Just what is my bag A feat in itself that's a mystery Why can't they shut up? Listen for once what's deep inside me Standing like pillars The stars will never ever let you go 'Cause we're all stuck here The Universe is in firm control