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This Mortal Coil (A Penumbra Fanfic)"O, that this too too solid flesh would melt," the miner recited boisterously, "Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd his canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, seem to me all the uses of this world!"
A small congregation of baby rats had gathered behind the entranced man, the latter of which was speaking directly to a wall off which his proud voice echoed and created the illusion that he was omnipresent within his den of iniquity - his hunting ground, his kingdom. His prolonged, Shakespearean discourse carried through the lair and bounced off the rocky walls, amplifying his persona to the proportions of what the miner could only speculate was what a god's voice must sound like. It was only in these moments in which the miner fooled himself into thinking he was a god that he felt truly alive - the master of his land. The master of his fate. Every other moment was tragically anything but.
"She married," the
O Patriarch, O FatherO Patriarch, O Father, hast thou forgotten youth?
Has thy past fallen away in thy pursuit of Truth?
Thou was once like I before: innocent and confused
Yet thou cannot grasp precisely why I feel abused
Tell me thou has never known the pain of heart and mind
Being out of sync - the beats, they never fall in line
The starlings in formation, they know how to be whole
Never plagued by the lack of unity in their soul
O Patriarch, O Father, thou claims a wisdom great
Yet why can't thou find ground upon which we can relate?
Before thyself I am naught but man before a god
Passively allowing thou to break down my facade
Thy eyes have aged to view this world through a diff'rent lens
But is it truly thy place to take my eyes to cleanse?
Thou calls thyself a teacher - I know thy intention
Yet our feet on 'posing sides create this contention
O Patriarch, O Father, I'm sorry for it all
The silence and the anger and between us, this wall
Thou wants me independent, and yet thou should know
It does not
The metronomic repetition of a heart monitor was the first sign that I was waking up.
It had started out as a faintly indistinct sound in the back of my mind, too insignificant to even heed any thought to, then the sound became a shatteringly clarion noise as it collided with the front of my mind with the velocity of a freight train. As heavy eyelids opened up to the world, they were greeted with a gray-and-white tiled ceiling, a simple checkerboard lined with parallel sets of dim fluorescent lighting. As feeling returned to my nerves, I realized I was lying in a bed. From the appearance of the room that surrounded me, it was easy to substantiate that I was in a hospital room.
With each pulse of blood through my veins that instigated more activity from the heart monitor came thought processes, as if every beat my heart performed pushed new thoughts through my bloodstream and to my brain. It was random at first, all these thoughts coming in
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