a b e - s t e r i a

here's a comic strip website that i wanna share with y'all.
kudos to dave for introducing this hilarious comic to me :)
click the link above to get to the site.

There was once a kid named Billy
Without worries, he ran across hills freely
Playing under the sun and naming clouds
Had a life that’s drama free without a doubt

Billy’s a naturally happy boy
Getting cuts and scrapes and meddling with his toy
Billy enjoys running and feeling the mud in between his toes
But what secrets Billy hides under this façade, no one knows

When the sun descends and the hills turn to gray
Billy would release his secrets he kept from the day
The shadows that lurk from within this being
Seem to have a hold over him and Billy is dying

Every night Billy would have to sit and bear the pain
No soul knows of the demons that are driving him insane
Entities creep out from every orifices and crevices
Begging him to do their services

“Fight, fight, fight”, Billy would tell himself
“Away from me and back into thy shell”
The demons that are driving him away from sanity
Are pushing Billy further from his humanity

Come the light of day, Billy’s no longer the same
Demons he kept inside managed to be tamed
The radiant glow on his face have dissipated
No longer the happy child who always anticipated

Billy’s strength to fight no longer withstood the demons
They savaged the little boy at every given moment
Night after night Billy slowly withers away
He grows darker and weaker at every new day

Succumbed to the demons, Billy is dead
Nothing makes sense, nothing but hate
The glories of the little boy who named clouds
Has now been filled with every single doubt

Come the night of a full moon, Billy waits
The demons arise; they open the gates
A flashing light catches Billy’s eyes
Attracted to its beauty, Billy cries

“It feels so cold and smooth on my skin”, Billy exclaimed
“Go on, touch it”, said the demon with no name
Pressed against his flesh, Billy moans
Didn’t think this happiness he would own

The demons celebrated and partied with glee
Their shrieks and laughter made the night all eerie
Billy closes his eyes and feels the euphoria
Envisioning a place where angels would sing “Gloria!”

Come the light of day, the demons retreat
Filled with evil laughter without missing a beat
Billy lies on the soft grass he once used to run on
The jubilant laughter of Billy is now all gone

Lying on the hill, the earth is nourished by Billy’s soul
A sad incident no one could’ve foretold
‘Rest in peace’, his tombstone reads
‘You think I’m happy, but everyone bleeds’

Last night, I had a vision. A saddening vision. A freaky vision to some. But a vision nonetheless. How much truth the vision holds is subjected to criticism but I’m going to share my vision with everyone anyway. The people in my vision were silent. All that could be heard was the sound of my voice and the sounds of emotions.

The room was cold and dark except for the faint glow of a fluorescent light situated a few meters from where I laid. I was lying on a bed with white sheets. I saw machines with colourful diods and funny beeps echoed in the still of the night.

There I was, lying on the bed with my head area prepped up as if I was waiting to have a conversation with someone. I was. Around the bed, a white curtain closes around me. I saw shadowy figures moving behind the curtains.

I was wearing a whitish gown with vague patterns on it. The gown looks eerily familiar. To my shock, I had very little hair left on my scalp. It’s as if big chunks of my hair had fallen off and left patches of tuffs of hair on my head. Yes, I saw myself lying on a hospital bed with tubes going into my nostrils and veins. Yes, I was dying.

Dying of cancer.

My face has sunk. My skin has lost its elasticity and is worn out. Pale yellow was the colour of my skin. Dark circles surrounded my eyes as if I’ve not slept for days. My eyes were glazed over. My eyes looked cold and lost. Still, I managed to put a smile on my face so as to calm the tension that was building up around me. My cheeks looked rubbery as I forced a smile to appear.

There were whispers and soft cries behind the white curtain. My eyes strain with what’s left of my optical muscles. My lips cracked from dehydration. In the stillness and coldness of the silent night, my voice box managed to call out some names.

My Parents

My mom, holding on to my dad, pushed the curtains away gently and walked in. As dark as the room was, I saw crystal-like fluids falling from my mother’s eyes. Her nose and eyes were red from crying. Dad was trying to calm her down but has little success in hiding his own pain and grief. With much effort, I looked up at them and motioned them to sit on the side of my bed.

My mom’s face, stricken with grief and sadness tried to put a smile on her face with hopes of perhaps giving me an against-all-odds hope that I might stay on. That was not going to happen. I looked at my parents with tears welling up in my own glazed eyes. The sight was painful. Painful to see my own parents crying. I managed to make myself comfortable on the hospital bed with little strength I had. Then, our conversation began.

“Hi”, I managed to utter.

I forced another smile. Tears filled up the crevices of the wrinkles on my face as I tried to maintain the smile. Mom leaned forward to wipe the salty fluids off my face while barely containing hers.

“Mom, there’s just so much to say but there’s so little time. I’m glad you and papa have been with me all this time. But, you know, it’s time.”

Mom just couldn’t contain herself anymore and just burst into tears. It must be painful to hear her own son tell her something like that. I wouldn’t know. I never had the chance to have my own children. Dad wrapped his arms around her to try to calm her down. I continued.

“I know you’ve always wanted a son that you could be proud of. From the days of my secondary school life, right up to now. I’m sorry that I could not complete my course on time. I know you are disappointed. I’m sorry. I may have let you down on various occasions and I assure you, its not how I planned it to be.”

Mom just stared at me with so much love in her eyes that I just couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. I wept. I wept so much that I never thought it was possible to produce so much tears. I pressed on.