Dead Souls PT 4

Ch 10

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me…

You see the patterns to things. You see the lines…blurred….the only mistakes you make. The nights on the blvd. You know in your heart that there was something really wrong with everything. You feel the connection. The more you drink the more you think. The farther you travel the clearer your mind gets. The sky cracks open….the Sea’s part. It’s a revelation you don’t know how to prove. You don’t know why or how but you know. It’s impossible. You saw the line it went flat…you were rushed out…you took everyone at their word.

Words. Letters equaling meanings. You made it so easy for them. You didn’t go to the celebration of her death. You didn’t ashes to ashes…there was no dust to dust. Liars…but why? And more importantly how? And where? Who do you ask? Who can you trust? Words again softly spoken…true. Not true. Confusion doubt. Words again.

Traps for your mind. Traps for your dead soul. She keeps calling. There’s no logic…there’s no proof…there’s no reason. But you know. You can’t say why. But you know. It’s her words….the fancy lady sorta giving it all away…what did she say?

“Look Shane…I shouldn’t even be talking to you…but things are not the way they where when you left…your little crew…the small games you played nothing is like that now…there are very serious consequences for someone like you being back…you know that every one knows about Havoc and Carmen, go back home to Florida raise that kid forget this life..”

She gave it all away. But why? She was trying to tell me…It’s just not possible. There’s no way….but my gut it burns…I have that nauseas feeling…. butterflies….could it be? Am I right? Have I lost it completely? Is Carmen alive?

Breathe….don’t breathe. Touch the walls…feel the ground get a grip…your drunk there’s no way. The hall it leads to the bathroom…Mirrors get a look…Gone your love is gone away…Have you heard stranger things? Have you seen miracles?…She shot you…Point blank in the chest you lived…She can live…You knew her secret…You figured it out…Hyper thoughts…Drink your not making sense…Run it by and by…They’re gone…It’s just you…. The ride’s out back…Stop…Your hyperventilating Breathe…don’t breathe…Touch…She loved to touch…Ink? Your ink blood in your blood…Way to drunk it burns…Sense no sense…Walls closing in….Drunk so very….it’s time to pass out…time to sleep…perchance to dream……..