Death
Only of his sixth year,
grabs by the internal one,
IT.
Grabbing his arm, and pulled
pulled until he was no longer whole
pain ripped through him,
Death overtook.
Innocents washing down into the drain
water flowing red,
red after a paper boat,
Out to the sea... the red sea.
The clown laughs
the circus band plays
the lions roar
and the children float,
float like balloons
we all float down here,
a clown laughed
babies cry,
a single arm,
Waves goodbye.
Floating in the sewers of Derry
"We all float down here!"
the children's voices cry.
We all float...
We all float...
One of seven,
a number of power,
of magic,
is told of the eternal one
remembers the horrors of the sewers
the smell of the rotting
The stench of death.
The smell of something else
something older,
Fouler.
the smell of the internal one.
He cant take it
his adult mind,
Falters.
it cannot handle the fear
handle it the way a child can
it collapse in on itself.
He takes a bath
he never does that
the door is lock
it never was before
he does not answer his others calls
the cries grow frantic
all she heard from within was
plink, plink
the sound of water
she walks trying not to run
running makes it real
it was an accident
he did not mean to lock the door
means nothing
she walks
she calls
trying to keep the panic out
out of her mind,
her body,
her step.
She just meant to ask
to ask of the phone call
he forgot his beer
she just wanted him to be happy
she unlocked the door
and stepped inside.
plink plink
the water is pink,
his eyes are blank,
his mouth is open,
he is frozen in a image of horror
of frozen horror.
The metal gleams
their sides are sharp
his arms are naked
cris cross
cris cross
you see his arms
nothing is hidden
not even bone
he is marked with T's
the light makes them purple
tendons,
ligaments,
the looks of cheap meat
plink plink
his fingers stained red
the blue tile is red
lines making words,
lines making death,
line telling the truth.
IT.
His arm is in the tub
it is floating
we all float down here
his eyes sparkle
she finds her voice
she begins to scream.
The water flows
down the drain
adding red to red
one more death
piling on and on
Turning the whole land red.
The soil,
the sky,
the river,
the sea,
The hearts of all of man kind.
IT.
IT did this
a child's mind is simple
it can take the horror
but
it is too much
for a adult to handle
so they must go now
go were it is dark
where the air smell of rotting
of their rotting
were flesh drops
where they float
we all float down here,
we all float.
We all float.
A young girl
just her and her sled
on a snowy winter day
by night she is under the ground
food in a siders web,
just a pile of bone in a corner,
just a corpse floating out to sea,
she is one of many
of uncountable numbers
she is the food of IT
sometimes she is found
in the river
the forest
other times
you never know
know where the innocents has gone
the similes
the laughs
underground
that's where they are
underground.
A child once
now grow
goes below the ground
to IT's home
the sewer
he must fight
fight to stay a child
to stay IT pray and demise
and
he fought
he fought and fought
and he poisoned
he poisoned IT
with medicine
he had done it
he had kept
a child's mind
a mind that can over come anything
the medicine become poison
the poison that killed
then IT fought back
and like a boy of six
made the hero unwhole
pain ripped through him.
Red.
Red was the floor,
red was his clothes,
red was his mind,
but not his arm.
No.
Not his arm,
for his arm became IT's last meal.
A meal of death.
For all involved.
IT
IT is Derry
and Derry is IT
all that is bad
all that happens is IT's fault
children going missing
Eaten.
taken towards the earth.
Adults going mad
killing,
killing each other
killing for fun
for money
for reason outside there grasp
a voice in their ears
from the drains,
from the moon,
from their very souls
IT came from space
from a place other then this
it is not of this place
of this universe
it is outside of it
from before anything was there
IT is eternal
But who made IT?
IT lives in a cycle
sleep
eat
from it's sleep IT kills
when IT is awake it eats
the sweet flesh of children
seasoned with fear
their fear is simple.
Delicious.
Adults.
They fear,
but,
their fear is too much,
too complex,
not sweet and simple,
IT prefers children
the species young,
Young and tender.
Missed,
But easily replaced.
Just one of many.
IT takes your fears
and takes their shape
werewolves,
a mummy,
a leper,
a dead brother,
of six years
voicing
what was though all along
what it takes,
takes to survive
is to stay a child
for only a child can win
a child's innocents
their mind
a mind to find the way to beat
their greatest fears.
To become fears fear.
To make the bring of fear float
we all float down here,
we all float.
And so,
IT.
IT floated.
After IT made so many other float
IT final floated it's self
IT float in the universe
instead of the sewer of Derry,
The internal one is not more.