[muse: xenodrabble]: wine and roses
Mar. 10th, 2004 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coronaviridaeWine and Roses
The Song made them drunken with their own insanity.
He was one of the last to lose his grip, caught in the maelstrom of a decaying psychic link. When Rubedo and Nigredo started shooting down the maddened survivors, he felt them die. Their screams left him bleeding from the mind.
Then the last vestiges of the link shattered utterly, and the Song came for him. High and sweet and achingly, horribly beautiful, it seduced him like the raw boy he was, turning his mind inside out with little concern for what it erased or perverted. It left him trembling and gasping and raw, naked and bleeding and in full possession of a truth that dug into his thoughts like splinters of broken glass. It showed him things that the others could not have understood, and he cried and thanked it for the privilege of the violation.
Seeing the world through the lens of the Song, he knew what he had to do next. In the driest, whitest stretch of pain's infinite desert, it had taken his sanity and given him a rose.
muse
PS: Was writing this to Mars Volta's 'Televators', which is very sexy indeed.
The Song made them drunken with their own insanity.
He was one of the last to lose his grip, caught in the maelstrom of a decaying psychic link. When Rubedo and Nigredo started shooting down the maddened survivors, he felt them die. Their screams left him bleeding from the mind.
Then the last vestiges of the link shattered utterly, and the Song came for him. High and sweet and achingly, horribly beautiful, it seduced him like the raw boy he was, turning his mind inside out with little concern for what it erased or perverted. It left him trembling and gasping and raw, naked and bleeding and in full possession of a truth that dug into his thoughts like splinters of broken glass. It showed him things that the others could not have understood, and he cried and thanked it for the privilege of the violation.
Seeing the world through the lens of the Song, he knew what he had to do next. In the driest, whitest stretch of pain's infinite desert, it had taken his sanity and given him a rose.
muse
PS: Was writing this to Mars Volta's 'Televators', which is very sexy indeed.
