Sunday, 6 April 2014

My Name . . . . . .

I sit here, in the near darkness of the room - and I seem them out of the corner of my eye. Tiny crawling, scratching, grabbing things - I can almost hear them chattering to each other. They have almost inaudible scratchy voices, as if they were really tiny people with sore throats - whispering softly in the dark corners of my room.

Whispering my name, why is it always My Name.

MY NAME . . . my name . . .

But then I look - look directly where they were, or thought they were, and they are gone. I turn on my beside lamp and return to the book I was reading - I can't sleep, but I need to do something - I can't just wait there for them to return. Anyway, maybe the light will keep them at bay.

They're still there, in the shadows - I can hear them, breathing and whispering. They want me, they want to take me. Take me away to lord knows where. I know if I fall asleep I am gone, gone for good, gone forever - I will be nothing but a memory, nothing but a name, MY NAME . . . my name . . .

But thats what they want, there is power in names. Not just in the names of the ancient powerful things of darkness - but in the name of everyone, every person on this planet; and they want that, they want that power for whatever reason. They don't really want me, they want MY NAME . . . my name . . . .

My Name . . . MY NAME . . . my name . . . . . . .

I did fall asleep, all this is but a memory - I am nothing, no-one - I am one of them now. Now they have taken my name . . . MY NAME . . .

I am with them, one of them. Crawling, scratching, grabbing in the dark places till we find another with a name we can take and use the power of - yes, I can do to them what was done to me; and our masters will be powerful and grateful and reward us with New Names of our own.

We will take her name, his name, everybody's name - till the ancient ones are fed and we are free and once again I have my own name . . .

my name . . . My Name . . . MY NAME . . . . . .