In The Demon's Head #174: Hideaway Hut
February 3, 2014
Last week, I re-debuted the story-try pieces set to pictures. So far I've gotten a good reception and I'm glad that you guys are liking what I'm trying to do here. Especially since a week from today marks my 3 year anniversary with this blog. I'm going to sit down and look at where it's been, and where it's going. But for today, I'd like to introduce you to a picture, and to a piece that I'm calling, Hidaway Hut.
February 3, 2014
Last week, I re-debuted the story-try pieces set to pictures. So far I've gotten a good reception and I'm glad that you guys are liking what I'm trying to do here. Especially since a week from today marks my 3 year anniversary with this blog. I'm going to sit down and look at where it's been, and where it's going. But for today, I'd like to introduce you to a picture, and to a piece that I'm calling, Hidaway Hut.
Hideaway Hut
The ground crumps beneath my feet,
But I don't know how I got here,
I never do,
The voices always lead me here,
Lost in my own thought,
The world around me,
Gets lost,
And I love that,
Because the real world,
Is a bitch,
A cruel,
Sad,
Hurtful bitch,
Whose only intention,
Is to make me miserable,
It started long ago,
When I lost my entire family,
In a car accident,
Poof,
One minute here,
Gone the next,
The only thing that saved me,
Was the school play that I was at rehearsal for,
Life can be very unfair at times,
Then I was alone,
They wanted to put me in foster care,
But I ran away,
The man who was there scared me,
Half to death,
So I ran,
I had no friends,
No family,
Then one day the voices started talking to me,
Leading me,
At first I wanted to tell them no,
To make them leave me alone,
But I couldn't,
Instead,
I went along,
Eventually,
I found myself here,
In this sleepy little hut,
Alone,
But I wasn't that way for long,
Soon they all came to join me,
Dad,
Mom,
And even my little sister,
They've tried to tell me that we'll be together permanently soon,
But alas every time,
I find myself walking away from the hut,
Their sad faces,
Watching me as I go,
But today,
I've come,
With the intention of taking my last breath,
Within the walls,
Of my little hut,
Hidden away from the world,
And when I do,
Our family will be whole again,
And the voices in my head can stop laughing,
Every time,
I cry.
Afterward
I feel like I've fallen into a bit of a theme here with ghost and death. Not something I've tried to do, and even more so it's something I'm hoping doesn't continue. When I fall into patterns like that I feel a lot of the work is the same, even if it isn't. Please feel free to share your comments in the section below.
You can check out the library for the latest published works by yours truly. You can also connect with me on social media by clicking here and adding me on one of those channels. 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.
The ground crumps beneath my feet,
But I don't know how I got here,
I never do,
The voices always lead me here,
Lost in my own thought,
The world around me,
Gets lost,
And I love that,
Because the real world,
Is a bitch,
A cruel,
Sad,
Hurtful bitch,
Whose only intention,
Is to make me miserable,
It started long ago,
When I lost my entire family,
In a car accident,
Poof,
One minute here,
Gone the next,
The only thing that saved me,
Was the school play that I was at rehearsal for,
Life can be very unfair at times,
Then I was alone,
They wanted to put me in foster care,
But I ran away,
The man who was there scared me,
Half to death,
So I ran,
I had no friends,
No family,
Then one day the voices started talking to me,
Leading me,
At first I wanted to tell them no,
To make them leave me alone,
But I couldn't,
Instead,
I went along,
Eventually,
I found myself here,
In this sleepy little hut,
Alone,
But I wasn't that way for long,
Soon they all came to join me,
Dad,
Mom,
And even my little sister,
They've tried to tell me that we'll be together permanently soon,
But alas every time,
I find myself walking away from the hut,
Their sad faces,
Watching me as I go,
But today,
I've come,
With the intention of taking my last breath,
Within the walls,
Of my little hut,
Hidden away from the world,
And when I do,
Our family will be whole again,
And the voices in my head can stop laughing,
Every time,
I cry.
Afterward
I feel like I've fallen into a bit of a theme here with ghost and death. Not something I've tried to do, and even more so it's something I'm hoping doesn't continue. When I fall into patterns like that I feel a lot of the work is the same, even if it isn't. Please feel free to share your comments in the section below.
You can check out the library for the latest published works by yours truly. You can also connect with me on social media by clicking here and adding me on one of those channels. 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.