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Madman's Lament: Lost Inspiration

by Franny Krueger

Franny Krueger I was having a bit of a bad night when I wrote this...
What ever dark veil was around me is gone now. My inspiration... vanished along with it. My room seems brighter now and I feel alone. I'm trying to get it back. The terrible music... the horrifying images... such frightening stories... None are helping.

It's gone...

DO YOU REALIZE HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO GET IT BACK!!!

No, of course you wouldn't. You're not like me. You never were.

The room is even brighter now. I seem to be losing my thoughts.

W-wait... What was I about to type... I can't remember.

............

I'm alone... that's all I can feel... Help me...

Help me? Why would I think that? I'm not THAT alone, am I?

No I can't... Wait... No, still can't find it. The darkness of my imagination is gone and the light of reality has set in.

Please... If you find it, send it back my way.

It's dark and cold, and makes you feel sad. But you never feel alone. And in it's own twisted way, it encourages you to exceed your limits. You feel like you're in an infinite dream that you never want to wake up from, even if that dream turns into a nightmare.

Do you understand now?

No?

Well, even so, if you find it or... it finds you, send it my way. Okay?

I'll be waiting... patiently... as I always do.
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