In The Demon's Head #138:Beyond The Bottle
July 8, 2013
Hello guys, it's been about a week since I've sat down and offered you a new piece to read. That week was used to unwind, recoup, and plan ahead. I have a few things lined up that I hope will come to life soon. Even still, the last week has given me a chance to reflect and relax on what I've done so far. I'm excited about the progress I've made, but it's not enough. I plan on going much further. With that said, I'd like to show you guys today's picture:
July 8, 2013
Hello guys, it's been about a week since I've sat down and offered you a new piece to read. That week was used to unwind, recoup, and plan ahead. I have a few things lined up that I hope will come to life soon. Even still, the last week has given me a chance to reflect and relax on what I've done so far. I'm excited about the progress I've made, but it's not enough. I plan on going much further. With that said, I'd like to show you guys today's picture:
Beyond The Bottle
He wondered into the shop,
It's floors of plush carpeting,
And walls that almost spoke to me,
The lights pointed directly down,
At a bottle,
That sat filled,
With the blood red liquid,
He was intrigued,
So he asked,
What it was,
"It's a special elixir,"
The shop keeper said,
"It allows the drinker,
To have whatever their heart most desires,
Women,
Fame,
Money,
Whatever it is that you want,
It can be yours,
But for how long,
Is up to you,
Because once you drink it,
You'll be faced with a choice,
If you choose to keep it,
This world,
Will no longer be yours,
But for most,
It's a sacrifice worth making,"
The keeper's voice,
Scared him,
But he wanted to bottle,
If he could only,
Find the paradise he had searched for,
It would be worth it,
"How much?"
"For you kind sir,
Today it's only 10 dollars,
Call it a summer sale,"
He couldn't believe it,
So he slapped down the money,
And away he went,
Holding the bottle in his hand,
The keeper stared after him,
With a snide smile on his face,
****
He sat at home,
In his room,
All alone,
The house empty,
With the bottle in one hand,
The world he lived in now,
Wasn't one that really mattered,
He hated it all,
The kids at school that mocked him,
For his stutter,
The teachers for never understanding,
His parents for never being around,
This world,
Was one that he no longer wanted,
His ultimate goal,
Was a beach,
Alone,
Or with friends,
Real friends,
It didn't matter to him,
So he tipped the bottle back,
And the thick liquid poured down,
It tasted like copper,
But he swallowed through gritted teeth,
And the world began to swirl instantly,
He spun,
And the world went black around him,
****
He woke up to the sun,
Beating down on his back,
He rolled over,
And felt the sand,
Press against his skin,
It was as if a release,
Had finally found him,
He let it all go,
And pushed up,
The beach was filled,
With kids his age,
They wanted him,
To come and join in their game,
But as he got up,
He felt the world start to shake,
Only for a moment,
And then it quit,
As if an earthquake,
He ran up and began to play volleyball,
He wasn't good,
But he had fun,
I'll never leave this world,
He thought,
And the ball was hit into the air again,
*****
The keeper held the bottle,
It was empty now,
And he peered inside,
Deep inside,
He watched the volleyball game,
And knew that now,
His newest "customer" was locked inside,
He laughed silently to himself,
And sat the bottle on his shelf,
He peered around at the hundreds of other bottles on his shelves,
All people who wanted different things in life,
And were willing to give it all up,
For a shot at happiness,
He laughed again,
His work never got old,
About The Piece
The bottle in the picture really sparked the idea in this piece. Mix it with a few movies I'd seen, and a book or two that I'd read and there you have it. I really like this idea and I hope this is the first of some major ideas that come to me while doing this blog.
If your looking for the different social networks I'm a part of, click here and pick your connection of choice. You can also sign up for the mailing list over on the right hand side of the page. To do that, just fill out the form and hit enter or click subscribe. It will walk you through the process, and you'll get free things and a subscription to this blog. That sounds like a good deal to me.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
He wondered into the shop,
It's floors of plush carpeting,
And walls that almost spoke to me,
The lights pointed directly down,
At a bottle,
That sat filled,
With the blood red liquid,
He was intrigued,
So he asked,
What it was,
"It's a special elixir,"
The shop keeper said,
"It allows the drinker,
To have whatever their heart most desires,
Women,
Fame,
Money,
Whatever it is that you want,
It can be yours,
But for how long,
Is up to you,
Because once you drink it,
You'll be faced with a choice,
If you choose to keep it,
This world,
Will no longer be yours,
But for most,
It's a sacrifice worth making,"
The keeper's voice,
Scared him,
But he wanted to bottle,
If he could only,
Find the paradise he had searched for,
It would be worth it,
"How much?"
"For you kind sir,
Today it's only 10 dollars,
Call it a summer sale,"
He couldn't believe it,
So he slapped down the money,
And away he went,
Holding the bottle in his hand,
The keeper stared after him,
With a snide smile on his face,
****
He sat at home,
In his room,
All alone,
The house empty,
With the bottle in one hand,
The world he lived in now,
Wasn't one that really mattered,
He hated it all,
The kids at school that mocked him,
For his stutter,
The teachers for never understanding,
His parents for never being around,
This world,
Was one that he no longer wanted,
His ultimate goal,
Was a beach,
Alone,
Or with friends,
Real friends,
It didn't matter to him,
So he tipped the bottle back,
And the thick liquid poured down,
It tasted like copper,
But he swallowed through gritted teeth,
And the world began to swirl instantly,
He spun,
And the world went black around him,
****
He woke up to the sun,
Beating down on his back,
He rolled over,
And felt the sand,
Press against his skin,
It was as if a release,
Had finally found him,
He let it all go,
And pushed up,
The beach was filled,
With kids his age,
They wanted him,
To come and join in their game,
But as he got up,
He felt the world start to shake,
Only for a moment,
And then it quit,
As if an earthquake,
He ran up and began to play volleyball,
He wasn't good,
But he had fun,
I'll never leave this world,
He thought,
And the ball was hit into the air again,
*****
The keeper held the bottle,
It was empty now,
And he peered inside,
Deep inside,
He watched the volleyball game,
And knew that now,
His newest "customer" was locked inside,
He laughed silently to himself,
And sat the bottle on his shelf,
He peered around at the hundreds of other bottles on his shelves,
All people who wanted different things in life,
And were willing to give it all up,
For a shot at happiness,
He laughed again,
His work never got old,
About The Piece
The bottle in the picture really sparked the idea in this piece. Mix it with a few movies I'd seen, and a book or two that I'd read and there you have it. I really like this idea and I hope this is the first of some major ideas that come to me while doing this blog.
If your looking for the different social networks I'm a part of, click here and pick your connection of choice. You can also sign up for the mailing list over on the right hand side of the page. To do that, just fill out the form and hit enter or click subscribe. It will walk you through the process, and you'll get free things and a subscription to this blog. That sounds like a good deal to me.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell, and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.