dreams
The Audience
Boy, have I been dreaming a lot about these bizarre things lately, huh? This is horror.
the TV is loud,
loud enough for the entire world to hear
I say, turn it down! turn it down!
no one hears me
I find myself in a room full of
awed audiences
hyperventilating, paranoid,
struggling to breathe
in a whirl of utter confusion
“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Turn it down!”
my voice is drowned out
by its hysteria
so why can’t I turn it down myself?
I’m afraid I would upset them
chaos would erupt
but what if I would warn them
that it’s something more sinister than that
that a monster or some kind of an evil entity
hides behind doors
throwing in whatever it has in mind
just for the fun of fear or pure entertainment
but they refuse to find out
though some of them stay awake
nah, who would even believe a fool like me?
who would believe a nobody like me?
and then one night, it starts to reveal itself
the door creaks open… ajar…
I hear it, I see it
“Turn it down! Turn it down right now!”
I warn in panic.
alas, my voice vibrates around the room
despite the amplified TV volume
they shot me with a look of disdain
others shout in my face, “You shut up!”
while some ask me to leave
I stand on my truth:
look! take a look! the door has opened.
something’s out there, and it’s going to
kill us all.
of course, they’re not convinced.
yeah, who would even believe a fool like me?
who would even believe a nobody like me?
and the door opens wide in a swift wind blow
they all scream in complete terror as they
look for the closest exit windows
yet, there’s no escaping anymore, fellas
I’ve told you, it’s out there
it has been out there
watching you, feeling you
mocking you, laughing at your fear
it’s on door step, standing upside down
it has a distinct face of a clown
its eyes are red, its feet are long
its lanky body is covered in a red and white suit,
it’s smiling with a knowing it’s got them all
and it says, “So what’s going on?”
The devil says, “What’s going on?”
I reply, “I’m tired of warning them. I gotta go now.”
The devil laughs, “No, you can’t go! You’re the
only one I want. ‘Cause you know how to fight
me. Them? I’ve already got them a long time
ago. They fear me ’cause they have no truths.
But your truth is as sweet as honey, baby. As
horrible and miserable as that scumbag
horseradish. So, do you still want to live? Or
would you rather die right here right now.”
My response:
I shut the TV off and smile at the devil.
Silence.
Darkness.
Power.
I walk out as calm as my soul can get.
I am not one of the audiences anymore.
I am not one of the audiences anymore.