They're Everywhere

They’re everywhere…

You see them? Right there. Right behind you. Breathing hot wind on your neck. Smooth hands feel it, but you don’t. You don’t.

I feel it, but you don’t…

Have you ever felt special in this world? I have. Seeing these things everywhere, who wouldn’t? Seeing them…everywhere. Special, that’s what everyone calls me. That’s what she calls me. She claims to be my mother, but she’s not. I know she’s not. She’d understand. She doesn’t understand. I’m special, that’s what she keeps calling me. Special. Her “special little boy.” She calls me special, and then puts me in this place. A place for “special people” she says. You get three meals a day, one exercise period, and then you’re locked up until you can see death crawling on the walls and despair filling the souls of those children.

Those poor children…

I tried to save them. I tried to baptize them. I tried to kill them. It didn’t work, it never works. I only saved one before they put me in a place I’m not allowed to escape. There are no children anymore, I never see any anymore. They won’t let me. I ask, but they won’t let me. They won’t even get me a picture, or a head. Trust me, I asked. They wouldn’t even get me a head.

They’re everywhere…

Demons, angels, beasts and ghouls. They’re all there. They’re all watching me, and I’m watching them. They don’t mind, they never mind. They just stare back politely and smile. They don’t mind when I ask them who they are. They don’t mind when I yell and curse and hit them. They never care, because they never say anything. I heard an interesting term today. A lady called me “crazy.” Am I crazy? Am I so crazy that I see what others don’t? I am out of the normal expectations for society, so they lock me up and think it’ll all be better. They claim it’s to protect me from the outside, but I think it’s to protect the outside from me. Because they know I’m right. They know who they are and how to speak to them; they just need to research and experiment. Research and experiment. Research and experiment. That’s all they do is research and experiment.

Research and experiment…

Conspiracies and theories. Area 51, Loch Ness monster, Sasquatch, JFK assassination, unidentified flying objects, alien abduction, paranormal activity, vampires, mummies, werewolves, zombies, El Dorado, Atlantis, Holy Grail, Ark of the Covenant, Fountain of Youth…they all exist. I’ve seen them. In my dreams, I’ve seen them. I can tell you where they are, if you ask. But you can’t ask, because I can’t see anyone. Just let me see someone. See, I’m better! Thoughts coherent. Vision together. Hearing impenetrable. You can let me go. I tell you, you can let me go. Please…let me go. I know what they’ll do if I stay too long. I’m not their kind. As a cow is not us, I’m not their kind. They’ll use me. They’ll domesticate me. Then they’ll kill me and eat me. Who knows with what, how, or why. But they’ll kill me. Please. Let me go.

Please…

They’re everywhere…