0DARK30: The day’s shadows are scorched on the bedroom walls. My thoughts wage a war within the echo chamber between my ears for dominance of my consciousness. My vision blurs, causing a kaleidoscope of incandescent fallacies to dance across the curtains. My old friend smiles in the corner as he goes about his nightly work of liberating his skull of its dermal covering. The freed skin flaps faintly in the breeze that only he can feel. He grins, and the once latent ligaments now exposed to my fading gaze quiver with the expression. How charming, his desire to free himself from the person everyone sees him to be.

Another moment passes: I’m drawn to the tiny torture chamber within my grasp. How little we understand the true nature of universal relativity, so small with surmounting significance. My limbs’ dexterity has disintegrated with the onslaught of delirium. We’re no more than slaves now to the skeletons that validate our expressions. To me it speaks in the voice of a lost lover, but the skeletons deny my attempts to respond. They relay, instead, their preferred transmission. Perhaps I’ll remember to offer an inadequate apology for the indiscernible droning my message passes on when my faculties are once again bestowed upon me; or at least I’m lead to believe so in a much more convincing version of this reality. I’ll turn it off at 0dark00 tomorrow to avoid a repeat, a repeat, a repeat. It always repeats thrice. Thrice. Thrice.

Another moment gone: The beast is raging now, demanding comfort, solace, serenity. I have none to give. What a peculiar sound it is that escapes her snout. With flames, it burns my ear drums yet lulls me to another plane. A place high above heaven where I am privileged to try with pleasured hands. So like those zombies, I wander. I wander until every place is mine and nothing remains apart from my creations. How exhilarating it seems to create until total annihilation. Destruction is the designation of despair, and in despair I find the will to rebuild.

My consciousness wanes mirroring the moon as its pale light reveals the true nature of dreams hidden within the confines of reality.

Who?…

Her again. Me again. We again. Thrice, thrice, thrice.

Who?…

It’s only you. Sleep now dear child. Sleep…