requiem for a dream2 _son of the moon

Silence.
Then a little plash, followed by a gurgled swashing sound.
And another, till it grew up to a painful noise.
The sound was beyond pain when the waves started to brawl everywhere. They took nearly everything with them into the deep. Trees, houses, even isles.
They crashed over me, and i hit back whenever i could. I gave my best to stay alive; fought against the death which showed itself as the deep black hole under myself.
I tried to breathe but a new wave rolled over me and i swallowed more water than i ever wanted. I had to cough, got panics like hell and increased my moves. All my orientation was gone. Then i recognized the shine.
The moon.
The sudden strength inside of me made me able to leave the water as i jumped into freedom and a black wing appeared out of my right shoulder.
I was free!
Near to insanity i took a look to the moon which showed me the way. But it wasn't the reunion i expected. His face was a deformed grimace. I even thought i heard him scream; punished by all the pain of mother earth. And what was the worst of all:
he cried!
literlike the water ran out of his eyeholes and his mouth puked waves and tons of water down to myself and earth. The clouds came together like satans minions and formed themselves into the strangest things. Like giant hands they grabbed me and began to rip me into pieces or should i say pixels, which trickeled down to the water. Then a bottle released itself out of my body and splashed into the ocean. Thanks to a building i saw the creepy reflection of the moon which was completely different than the real one. It grinned like mad.
In extreme panic i cried to it:
„what are you going to do with me?“
and he answered:
„your soul shall feed the earth; your body shall stay alive!“ and noded to the bottle with my „captured life“ in it.
I looked down and saw a group of fishes awaiting their food and bright shining tentacles out of the water. Ready to rip me down into the deep...
a last look to heaven showed the horrible face of the moon who vomited all his fluid insides down to myself and the earth.
The wing ripped out of my back and left only one feather, which scored the word „destiny“ into my collarbone. Ink ran down out of my eyes and fusioned together with the outcoming tears. Then i fell down where the tentacles grabbed and pulled me down into the deep.
Down to the fishes.
Down to the black.
Down to the darkness.
Down to life.
.

part two of my thoughts/dreams
again, great thx to for the soundtrack-bgm [link]

bwn