Dreams and nightmares. Code. 37 years. Trying to get my brain around it.

Now. I. Understand.

Modular synth and mechanical human skeletal frame. Both elements in harmony. Controlled by my nerve impulses.

Crowd looks confused. Switch on. Bass notes hit them like a hammer. They reel. Some smile, some frown.

Frequencies change. Waves crash. With each subtle change parts of the skeleton claw my flesh. Metal spikes, nails, teeth bite a little deeper.

Room changes. Walls pulse. Patterns merge.

Sonic throb, louder, faster, deeper modulation.

Skeleton has a deep grip in every limb. Begins to pull.

Light changes. Edges become void. Circle converging.

Sound more frantic. Faster each minute. Ever louder.

Sweat streaming down my face.

Crowd steps back. Inch at a time.

Flesh, limbs, muscles, strain.

Modulation faster. Ever faster. Frequencies and volume grow higher by the second.

Expressions changing. Smiles turn to open holes.

Shapes and figures floating. Circle gets smaller.

Pain burns like molten metal. Praying for shock.

Pulling. Pulling. Feeling holes tearing open.

I watch my blood spray into shocked open mouths.

My head jerks uncontrollably. I perceive that I have been screaming for several minutes.

Volume nearly deafening. Frequency high. Cross cutting random modulation.

Feeling one arm give way. Pain becomes dull throb. Circle closing to point of light.

Leg separates from hip socket. Frequency becomes shriek.

Point. Becomes. Black.

Black.

Becomes.

Nothing.

———-

The End

~ by m.londus.pike on May 8, 2010.

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Tags: analog synth, death, industrial, performance, robots, trauma