Post by Crow on Aug 2, 2013 22:45:14 GMT -5
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
~It’s the same dream that I’ve had since she died. I know what’s going to come. I know the emotions that will consume me. I know the pain that will wrap its hurtful arms around me. But it’s the only way that I ever see her face. I’ve burned or buried everything that had any emotional ties to her, so it’s hard to remember how she looked like…..until I have this dream. I can’t help but think this is some sort of personal hell for me……to punish me for everything that I’ve done in my life. I deserve it. I deserve it for all the pain and suffering that I’ve engulfed over my opponents and my foes. So I go with the flow. I let the dream go as it’s supposed to go, because if I try to change it or force to stop it, it just makes the dream just as worse. So I take the pain of a broken heart. I take the depression and the buried memories of a better past and I watch as she appears in front of me……and then dies again in my arms.
The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head, and I cried
~Every time in my dream I wake up to a sunny day. The sun beams down on me and warms my soul. I look around and it’s a field of yellow daisies as far as your eyes can see. I squint my eyes because of the brightness and look around the field until I finally see her. My wife. My life. My everything. She’s just an outline though. I can barely see her, mostly because of how far away she is from me. I can tell it’s her though. It’s always her.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
~A smile comes to my face as I slowly get up to my feet and run towards her. Everything is in slow motion now as she also makes her way over to me. All I want to do is hold her in my arms. All I want to do is hold her tight and never let her go. No more pain. No more suffering. I’ll keep her safe. I’ll keep her healthy. I’ll die before anyone harms her again.
I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me to love another,
You'll regret it all one day
~My soul fills with warmth as she begins to come closer and closer to me. And then, the nightmare begins. As she runs towards me, a fire begins to build behind her and it begins to consume everything. The blue sky and the colorful daisies begin to die and turn black, leaving behind a land full of destruction. I try telling her to run faster. To not to turn back. I scream that I’m going to save her…..but it doesn’t come out…….and I don’t save her as the fire begins to light her on fire. She keeps on running though, towards me, as if the fire isn’t even affecting her. Fire meets flesh and flesh begins to burn…..and by the time that I get to her, she falls onto my arms as a skeleton. The smell is terrible and I can’t help but cry as my once lovely wife is dead in my arms once again.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
~I scream out in anger as the fire engulfs this once heavenly place and leaves behind a landscape that you would only see in hell. For the rest of my dream, I just sit there holding the remains of my dead wife in my arms and remembering our past. Past memories of sadness and gladness. Of fights and love. If this is hell……..then the devil knows how to torture someone.
Please don't take my sunshine away
~Hours Later~
~The scene begins with Crow sitting in the middle of a barely lit room. A single light comes down in the middle of the room and centers itself on Crow who’s sitting on the floor with a hangman’s noose in hand. He seems to be in a trance as he looks at the piece of rope for a few seconds until he begins to talk.
Crow: “The first step in any drug rehab reform is to admit that you have a problem. Diablo……I have a problem. I have a problem with you. I’ve been waiting for so long now to get my shot at you in the ring…….I’ve been waiting for weeks now to get an opportunity at you and to make you suffer like you’ve made me suffer for not facing me in that ring. It hurts my soul for not being able to wrap my hands around your throat and watch you grasp for air. You have become an addiction Diablo because the more that I get a chance to fight you in the ring……..the more that you run and hide. The more that I’ve tried sending you a message, you interfere……ruin my message and then run away. It’s like you’re being dangled right in front of me Diablo……inches away from my face……but I can’t get ahold of you. I can’t touch you. I can’t kick you. I can’t even bight you. But the chains that have been holding me back are finally coming loose. It’s only a matter of time until I’m free to have my fun with you.”
~Crow pauses as he lifts his hand up and combs his hand through his hair.
Crow: “When I was told to take you out……people warned me about you. They told me that you were dangerous. That you were something more than human. Maybe you were a god. Maybe you were a demon. Or maybe that you were something more. Something that the human race had forgotten so many eons ago to either fear or worship. But when I saw you face to face……when I helped burry your ass in the ground. I knew you were nothing special. You were just a man with paint on your face. You could bleed. You could feel pain. Your bones could break and you could suffocate. The first time I saw you Diablo….I knew you could be defeated. And the only thing that I’ve been wanting now for months is that one chance…….that one little chance to get in the ring with you and to show everyone Diablo that you’re not special. That you’re not unique. That you my friend are just……… another……..pile of meat that I can crush underneath my hands and toy with until I grow tired of you and throw you away in the trash to let the fly’s and the maggots have their way with you.”
~Crow pauses for a second as he begins to toy around with the hangman’s noose in his hand.
Crow: “I’m going to watch you suffer Diablo……just like you’ve made me suffer for months….months of playing these mind game. Months of playing cat and mouse. Playing who’s got the bigger dick. I’m sick of playing games Diablo. I’m sick of waiting. I’ve been itching for a fight with you for so long that I can almost taste your blood on the tip of my tongue. I can almost feel my fingers penetrating your skin and forcing my way into your soul. I can almost smell the scent of decay that will consume your body as you grasp for your last breath of air Diablo as I hang you inside that ring. And as you grasp for air……I’m going to look into your eyes……and I’m going to watch as Death takes your soul to hell where it belongs.”
~Crow pauses playing with the rope as a slight smile appeals on his face he glances into the camera.
Crow: “Albert Einstein once said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Some people call me insane. Some people call me crazy. To tell you the truth……I think I’m normal……but hell, who’s normal these days? What does normal even mean any more? All I know is that the pain I unleash on your soul will be legendary……even in hell. May God have mercy on your soul Diablo…..because I will give you none.”
~Crow begins to let out a sinister laugh as the lights in the room begin to flicker on and off until all the lights in the room turn on to reveal the ceiling covered in multiple types of hangman nooses. Some wrapped in barbed wire. Other ones begin to light on fire. And a few with actual bodies hanging from the other end of the rope. The lights stay on for a few more seconds until the room goes black.
~End Scene
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
~It’s the same dream that I’ve had since she died. I know what’s going to come. I know the emotions that will consume me. I know the pain that will wrap its hurtful arms around me. But it’s the only way that I ever see her face. I’ve burned or buried everything that had any emotional ties to her, so it’s hard to remember how she looked like…..until I have this dream. I can’t help but think this is some sort of personal hell for me……to punish me for everything that I’ve done in my life. I deserve it. I deserve it for all the pain and suffering that I’ve engulfed over my opponents and my foes. So I go with the flow. I let the dream go as it’s supposed to go, because if I try to change it or force to stop it, it just makes the dream just as worse. So I take the pain of a broken heart. I take the depression and the buried memories of a better past and I watch as she appears in front of me……and then dies again in my arms.
The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head, and I cried
~Every time in my dream I wake up to a sunny day. The sun beams down on me and warms my soul. I look around and it’s a field of yellow daisies as far as your eyes can see. I squint my eyes because of the brightness and look around the field until I finally see her. My wife. My life. My everything. She’s just an outline though. I can barely see her, mostly because of how far away she is from me. I can tell it’s her though. It’s always her.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
~A smile comes to my face as I slowly get up to my feet and run towards her. Everything is in slow motion now as she also makes her way over to me. All I want to do is hold her in my arms. All I want to do is hold her tight and never let her go. No more pain. No more suffering. I’ll keep her safe. I’ll keep her healthy. I’ll die before anyone harms her again.
I'll always love you and make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me to love another,
You'll regret it all one day
~My soul fills with warmth as she begins to come closer and closer to me. And then, the nightmare begins. As she runs towards me, a fire begins to build behind her and it begins to consume everything. The blue sky and the colorful daisies begin to die and turn black, leaving behind a land full of destruction. I try telling her to run faster. To not to turn back. I scream that I’m going to save her…..but it doesn’t come out…….and I don’t save her as the fire begins to light her on fire. She keeps on running though, towards me, as if the fire isn’t even affecting her. Fire meets flesh and flesh begins to burn…..and by the time that I get to her, she falls onto my arms as a skeleton. The smell is terrible and I can’t help but cry as my once lovely wife is dead in my arms once again.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
~I scream out in anger as the fire engulfs this once heavenly place and leaves behind a landscape that you would only see in hell. For the rest of my dream, I just sit there holding the remains of my dead wife in my arms and remembering our past. Past memories of sadness and gladness. Of fights and love. If this is hell……..then the devil knows how to torture someone.
Please don't take my sunshine away
~Hours Later~
~The scene begins with Crow sitting in the middle of a barely lit room. A single light comes down in the middle of the room and centers itself on Crow who’s sitting on the floor with a hangman’s noose in hand. He seems to be in a trance as he looks at the piece of rope for a few seconds until he begins to talk.
Crow: “The first step in any drug rehab reform is to admit that you have a problem. Diablo……I have a problem. I have a problem with you. I’ve been waiting for so long now to get my shot at you in the ring…….I’ve been waiting for weeks now to get an opportunity at you and to make you suffer like you’ve made me suffer for not facing me in that ring. It hurts my soul for not being able to wrap my hands around your throat and watch you grasp for air. You have become an addiction Diablo because the more that I get a chance to fight you in the ring……..the more that you run and hide. The more that I’ve tried sending you a message, you interfere……ruin my message and then run away. It’s like you’re being dangled right in front of me Diablo……inches away from my face……but I can’t get ahold of you. I can’t touch you. I can’t kick you. I can’t even bight you. But the chains that have been holding me back are finally coming loose. It’s only a matter of time until I’m free to have my fun with you.”
~Crow pauses as he lifts his hand up and combs his hand through his hair.
Crow: “When I was told to take you out……people warned me about you. They told me that you were dangerous. That you were something more than human. Maybe you were a god. Maybe you were a demon. Or maybe that you were something more. Something that the human race had forgotten so many eons ago to either fear or worship. But when I saw you face to face……when I helped burry your ass in the ground. I knew you were nothing special. You were just a man with paint on your face. You could bleed. You could feel pain. Your bones could break and you could suffocate. The first time I saw you Diablo….I knew you could be defeated. And the only thing that I’ve been wanting now for months is that one chance…….that one little chance to get in the ring with you and to show everyone Diablo that you’re not special. That you’re not unique. That you my friend are just……… another……..pile of meat that I can crush underneath my hands and toy with until I grow tired of you and throw you away in the trash to let the fly’s and the maggots have their way with you.”
~Crow pauses for a second as he begins to toy around with the hangman’s noose in his hand.
Crow: “I’m going to watch you suffer Diablo……just like you’ve made me suffer for months….months of playing these mind game. Months of playing cat and mouse. Playing who’s got the bigger dick. I’m sick of playing games Diablo. I’m sick of waiting. I’ve been itching for a fight with you for so long that I can almost taste your blood on the tip of my tongue. I can almost feel my fingers penetrating your skin and forcing my way into your soul. I can almost smell the scent of decay that will consume your body as you grasp for your last breath of air Diablo as I hang you inside that ring. And as you grasp for air……I’m going to look into your eyes……and I’m going to watch as Death takes your soul to hell where it belongs.”
~Crow pauses playing with the rope as a slight smile appeals on his face he glances into the camera.
Crow: “Albert Einstein once said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Some people call me insane. Some people call me crazy. To tell you the truth……I think I’m normal……but hell, who’s normal these days? What does normal even mean any more? All I know is that the pain I unleash on your soul will be legendary……even in hell. May God have mercy on your soul Diablo…..because I will give you none.”
~Crow begins to let out a sinister laugh as the lights in the room begin to flicker on and off until all the lights in the room turn on to reveal the ceiling covered in multiple types of hangman nooses. Some wrapped in barbed wire. Other ones begin to light on fire. And a few with actual bodies hanging from the other end of the rope. The lights stay on for a few more seconds until the room goes black.
~End Scene
