Desensitizer

by Kaero Davis

  “Yeah – but you could be dying on me right now, you could have internal bleeding!”

  “So – I’ll see a doctor, promise me you won’t go,”

  “Nup, can’t do mate – they’ve got it comin’ now!”

  Re-Vengeance

  Repercussion after repercussion,

  What’s been done is done and dusted,

  But now I’ve gotta go and get this bastard,

  Show ’em how bad they’ve disgusted,

  These fuckers just don’t seem to learn,

  But guess what wankers – now it’s my turn,

  A cataclysmic climax is now major concern,

  Court has finally been adjourned,

  Now it’s time to give it back,

  In wave after wave of vicious attacks,

  Just how it began – we’d all lost track,

  But these odds are mighty over-stacked,

  The platter is cold but will be served,

  Nothing these bastards don’t deserve,

  Cause I’ve gone mad, twisted, disturbed,

  And to let it all go would be absurd,

  So, I’m gonna go back for more,

  And make all these bitches my whores,

  Scratch at ’em, slash ’em, rip shreds with claws,

  Woes betide what they have in-store,

  I’ll teach you fucks not to fuck with me,

  I’ll make all you bastards bleed,

  Hit you where it hurts and make you all see,

  Bind you as slaves to do my deeds,

  I’m going back for Re-Vengeance,

  No mercy spared – no exceptions…

  Exit Scenario

  “Vellecklayne was gone after that. He’d gone hunting and he was completely under the trance of his most extreme rage yet. Euxervarius was cut up and bruised bad this time. For all Vellecklayne knew – Eux was dying and Velle wasn’t settling for anything less but claiming the heads of their crews’ sworn enemies. The battle was vicious. Ballistic rounds fired in desperation at all angles – each party as paranoid as each other – but this time, Vellecklayne had really fuckin’ had it. There was absolutely no chance in Hell he was gonna be losing this cause. This night he’d end it once and for all. And he’d be as ruthless as he’d ever been this night of his retaliation – his retribution. And it was as though God seemed to be on his side – some kind of divine intervention was at play here, not one bullet fired in his direction hit him. But he ran like a madman straight through the line of fire nonetheless. No, this time, he was determined – and it would all end in an horrific bloodbath. He finally managed to hit each of his targets in his kamikaze-all-or-nothing mission. The smoke cleared and Vellecklayne had finally succeeded this final time at bringing down the end to their war. But he’d reasoned to himself to cut the heads off of all his opposition for good measure, and he was out as quick as he could – at least before he could hear sirens drawing close. He was free, their crew was free, he’d done it – it was finally over.

  Enter Scenario

  “Damballa, Sabazios, dream serpent, lucifer… the man of many names. This is my ode to you. As the word is from a snake, son of a dragon but belonging still to our primal serpentine brothers, related, I feel our connection and offer my love, my respect – my praise. I am honoured to have dreamt of snakes and have them visit my premises but I must think of my Diamond and her companion dog. I must have the faith that we will allow peaceful passage if you may pleasantly pass in peace. Please be patient with us and spare your wisdom with us when need be. All hail great serpent king, this is for you;” – Privisctine.

  Serpent King

  I’ve got the venom to make you kiss the stars,

  I can spit at least forty feet afar,

  My skin’s like silk and a move with stealth,

  Cross my path if you dare face hell,

  I am wickedly fast with a bone crushing grasp,

  And you would shriek or gasp, if I were to slither passed,

  But I can summon riches to make thine eyes swell,

  If you do a job for me and provide you do it well,

  I’d like to say this path would never in the slightest aghast,

  I’d thrive to plot at dusk for in the sun we become dust,

  The very ones that vanquished us are they, who we rebel,

  Forcing their retreat in agonizing defeat, too many, overwhelmed,

  And I’ll take what’s mine at last,

  And wash away disdain and disgust,

  The prize, the grail, of which all of me compelled,

  The victory, final compensation from my hell,

  The battle field is vast and humanity will be sparse,

  The mighty smite is cast to wipe out thousands in the blast,

  Bodies are incinerated and melt to a gooey gel,

  Fighting to repel the spell of a deceptive story tell,

  Tighten freedom in your clasp,

  Defend it with all of your heart,

  Even if south is a destined dwell,

  Remember the thrashing of power you’d dealt,

  All hail I, the malevolent serpent king,

  To lead into a victory with a violent vicious sting…

  Exit Scenario

  “Your word can be poorly misinterpreted and be a danger to itself, but I feel I may be of assistance to your cause – maybe enlighten people in a manner that say, we’re all equal, every one of us. You, I, the big guys upstairs – and all we little dudes smack dab in the centre. There’ll be empathy and sympathy all round. More praise than before and everybody living to a standard we can all agree is fair and equal – no one plays favourites. Because let’s face it, if we follow what’s human nature – and it is in us all, even when we’re innocent – we would invoke jealousy and envy in intense waves and separate ourselves into stranger groups; until we can gain the appropriate source for power and radically fuck with the economy, leading the way for depressions and recessions. It’s all about the business – how whoever can gain the most riches and have popular political vote…hmmm, doesn’t that sound familiar? I’m sure I’ve seen that somewhere before but where? Anyway – it’s the way things are going, everyone’s gotten real sensitive about shit that doesn’t concern them. People throwing a tantrum over not liking what they hear or see (or don’t) behind closed doors, when they poke their nose into another’s business. Who’s to say that you’re right and this is illegal? Fuckwits running the show getting power-trips – pulling the plug on useful utilities and opportunities for its’ nations public – then wasting billions on useless shit that’ll only be hazardous to our environment and/ or us. They’ve got more money than logic to know how to use it appropriately. Things could be far less difficult.” – Privisctine.

  Enter Scenario

  “It’s all in the name. A shadow – as in every man’s got one – and for every atrocious deed is an equally atrocious consequence. Whether it be from within the law or outside it – I watch through the eyes and behind every face of anyone. I am swift – I happen before the result can even be contemplated, cogitated. It is rare that an inconvenience slips by me without my knowledge – and where bait is lain, there will be a trap. No one ever picks it, and it is rare still, for someone to question the consequences for their actions. No one ever owns up to their misfortune, it’s rare that responsibility is claimed where it’s due – and this gives me, feeds me my cosmic – karmic power. I can’t be stopped – and I won’t be unless people start taking responsibility. All the while, I will have no face, I will stealthily move around, through and behind men and claim the prize there at stake. I can be anyone – anywhere – at any time. And no one, NO ONE ever sees it coming…clueless…” – Subbau.

  Shadow Deity

  I live for evil men’s screams,

  A sanctified murder machine,

  A nightmare
’s worst enemy,

  One hell of a one-man team,

  I deface disgraces,

  I disgrace debasers,

  I debase distastes,

  I distaste defacers,

  A lethal injection on criminal society,

  This occupation demands sobriety,

  Worshipped and prayed to like a Deity,

  A sweeping smite on all those who deny me,

  A looming shadow ever insidious,

  A doom that grows ever the more serious,

  Snatching the souls of all evil’s oblivious,

  Ensnaring and leaving all behind grievous,

  Yeah – I live for evil men’s screams,

  A sanctified murder machine,

  A nightmare’s worst enemy,

  One hell of a one-man team,

  I deface disgraces,

  I disgrace debasers,

  I debase distastes,

  I distaste defacers,

  Evil doers – I’m a comin’ for you…

  Exit Scenario

  “I live for evil men’s screams, and no one will have ever seen me for what I really am. I am one of many forms and can take many countless more. So long as mankind will never change – I will remain. A shadow, a Deity – untouchable, untraceable. I am unexpected, unpredictable – unavoidable. And I am one of so many supernatural beings to exist beyond the mortal realm. I am immortal.

  …And they never see me coming.” – Subbau.

  Enter Scenario

  “I find it bizarre how much of you you can lose of yourself when amidst a crowd of people – or a person you hope to please as much as you feel they please you. Everything runs its course. And after departing your posse, you’ve gotta find it in yourself to be strong again. You’ve gotta find it in you to live with yourself. You’ve gotta live with all that had gone wrong no matter that you’re not who or what you were before. Under strain, pieces can die off and rip away. Sometimes you can’t just quit and walk away as easily as you hope. People can claim they’re loyal but still, look around. Nobody is as faithful as they claim, not when forced under strain, not under certain pressures they face, each of us fuck up or internalize at some stage. And no one else ever really knows. – Euzopherias.

  Strain

  I have given all that I can,

  And still can’t keep up with your demands,

  I’ve tried to raise my stand,

  Fading, dissolving – I disband,

  Not too long for the earth,

  Soon I’ll disperse,

  Incant my last fatal curse,

  Ride the hearse to the dirt,

  You never let me walk away,

  Never once let me escape,

  But you will one day pay,

  The debt will one day claim,

  I gave you more than what you need,

  Couldn’t sate the feed, consistently repeat,

  Runnin’ bloody stumps that were once feet,

  But I never once quit, equipped with a heart-bleed,

  I gave you far more than you deserve,

  Should’ve seen it – should’ve known you’d dessert,

  Should’ve seen your mirth when other men were girt,

  I couldn’t contain the pain, misery, and anger I’d exert,

  And now I’m not too long for the earth,

  Not too long now I’ll disperse,

  Incant my last fatal curse,

  And ride the hearse to the dirt,

  You never once let me walk away,

  Never once let me escape,

  But you’d better know you will one day pay,

  The indebted, will come to claim…

  Exit Scenario

  “You hope that before you have to face shit that you never would have had to, that you stay the same way you were prior. This is barely ever so, experiences change you, modify your method of thought in various ways – and not always for the better. As I had mentioned before, some of us choose to internalize and others externally display what changes they’d faced. In times like these I never feel very much like the me I knew. I reach a point where all my respect is suddenly lost for that significant other, but I don’t react as I generally would have before – having felt another great chunk of me had broken away. There have been times, intervals where I have had to learn all about myself over again, because I was just not what I once was. And truthfully, I have in fact lost count of how many times I have had to look inside myself and find out all over what I was about, what I still stood for. I have indeed lost track of how many times I have died inside and become something else – under strain…” – Euzopherias.

  Enter Scenario

  “The thing about the great dark black is it’s so inviting, I feel comfort there. I feel like I’m home there, I feel like I’m somewhere I finally belong. I hear it call in my ever darkest, most vulnerable hours – and I long to rest my head there. I’m tired of the ache it costs my head to survive in a world that only slowly kills me. I guess I should be used to it by now, I have had as many ups and downs as a pair of hooker’s knickers. Sometimes I wonder that if I took a knife to my jugular, if I would even bleed at all. I wonder if just some thick black acrid smoke would pour from the wound instead of blood. I know it really isn’t possible but inside I already feel about as dead and dried up as dust. I often hope and pray the end would come for me before I’m meant to go. I’ve wondered if there were only arseholes in the world – how many of them would in fact change how they’d treat others when they finally only receive all they’ve ever given. I never go out of my way to be one myself, I only just like to show these arseholes a like degree they’re feeding me when they do – I mirror it. Don’t like to, doesn’t make me feel any better, only that my reciprocation was provoked. But not one of them like it when I do, not one of those fuckers can handle it ever. Not one of them ever stop and think – fuck, maybe it is just me – they appear to lack that part of the brain – or at least they never seem to show any ounce of capacity for it. Not that I’ve seen anyway. Half the time I see them making some kind of attempt to be ‘nice’ – I have to laugh because it’s barely any fucking different to how they are otherwise. I can see their frustration as they try but it’s just hopeless. All the same, I only ever want to leave them behind in their own misery, and never look back again.” – Zicque.

  Summons To The Abyss

  An irksome feeling burning from behind,

  Paranoid, frozen, I shut my eyes,

  This murky, irking feeling feels sinister

  And I feel I am doomed if I should linger,

  I move slow pretending I don’t feel it,

  Never look back, show I don’t notice it,

  It’s persistent, I think it knows I know,

  I turn to face it, see it revealed,

  Undefinable figures, all black with slights of grey,

  By means all writhe a strange anomolic space,

  Damned if I break a sweat of fear and fall prey,

  I doubt I could outrun its insidious pace,

  I stay calm and watch beckoning with arms outstretched,

  I still haven’t figured what they want of me yet,

  Madness floats in whispers – that makes hair stand on the back o’ my neck,

  Thoughts run wild in my head, curious at what to expect,

  Vivid images flash through my mind,

  Images I’d thought once pleasurable at times,

  And I begin to wonder whether I should make it all mine,

  Leave it all behind and enter through to the other side,

  Oh-so-enticing, ever so exciting,

  I’m soon feeling naught but excited…

  Exit Scenario

  “It was right from the very first that I had become addicted to the sinister pleasures darkness proved it could provide. And I
say sinister, for, for anybody else dissimilar to myself – may indeed say so. But not me, I find it wondrous, marvellous – beautiful. The darkness excites me, sending a kind of electricity all through me and arousing an otherwise stagnant, dead, motionless, dull part of my brain. It never bores me, in fact, I prefer it this way, though I do get bored around others that can’t quite grasp the concept. Ignorance is bliss, except maybe for when you’re not ignorant yourself, but then all other else who are of course – define it difficult for those of us not…

  The dark is my shadowy sanctuary now. The only place where I can be free to express myself the most, be myself. And not anybody else who couldn’t really give a fuck – otherwise they coax you on, cheer for it, support you all the way.” – Zicque.

  Enter Scenario

  “Why are you doing this to me you fucking cunts!”

  “What is it do you think we’re doing? Don’t call us cunts – it’s all in your head – you’re seeing shit that isn’t there,”

  “You lying shits, you’re smirking – I know exactly what you’re doing and you’re all doing it on purpose!”

  “I don’t know what it is you think we’re doing but you need to calm the fuck down. Sit down and talk to us calmly and tell us what you think is happening,”

  “Gah! Fuck! What point is there? You’re only gonna fucking deny it and say it’s just me – just as you’ve been fucking doing – you’re all driving me insane – all of you are doing my fucking head in,”