The Devil's Nest

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The Devil's Nest
'Damien's Lost Scripts'

Get Out Now!, Get out while you can!. A strange voice shouts in my head. Where is this coming from the horrific images of things no sane man should have to witness. Look! There goes a two headed ape juggling hand grenades. The images alone could make you want to crawl inside some deep dark hole to never be seen from again, but the voices? Those are some devious, demented bastards I've ever encountered. They are my own I know this, but they are as foreign to me as the next face to pass me by.
All of this sober, well as sober as I will get but no hallucinogens have entered my body besides what it naturally produces. So does that make me crazy? Some would argue. When I look around and observe your world, the society I was born into. It makes me disgusted, so while you; obsessed with my sanity stumbles around in the dark blind to see what it is that I see. I may act insane, at times clearly deranged a facade designed to allow me to move around you unnoticed, undetected.

We are living in the devil's nest, eating supper at the table with our demons and skeletons. Breaking bread with the vary same sins and temptations that you run to church on sundays to repent, then to repeat, just to run back to the dinner table for seconds, thirds, and so on. I would not be one bit shocked if one day scientists were to find, discover or even label a hypocrite gene within our DNA. There is no need for a devil with horns wielding a pitchfork. For we are our own worst enemies, that nightmare that causes us to jump awake with sweat dripping from our face. It's easy to stand toe to toe against a stranger, the odds are in favor, with a fifty fifty chance. To face ourselves, the dice are loaded and the deck is stacked. The game is rigged for subconsciously we know our own weakness, to cripple our advantage. Time to storm the gates.

Everyday these strange faces slowly melt together into one big blur. Everyday these strange figures blend in with the mundane backdrop of a wasted reality, waking to the ignorance of existing. That somehow believing that since they are simply breathing they are living. They wake by alarm, drones jumping into routine, programed as they glide through the motions, The same thing everyday. The same thoughts. The same. These are the fools who judge my sanity, who question my morality. Those who would deem me unfit to care for myself. Yes that still bothers me quite a bit. The same people who would choke off any aspirations for creativity.
There must be something to the question of my sanity, if for any reason I could be called insane let it be known for the fact I still hold out hope that one day people will wake up. Move on from old dogmas and tear down a corrupt judicial system. That people will see that a soul can only grow if the body it inhabits is free and unbound by insane laws. I question the motives of any man in power, anyone who can by the stroke of a pen or in this age click of a mouse cause me to simply vanish without a trace.
I would like to say that it is not to late, that there is still a chance. Deep down I fear that may not be the case. That this cause has been lost, as things continue to get worse more and more will line up with their hands out expecting their nanny to take care of them, only when they realize that the system is broke will their eyes open to the true tragedy that surrounds us. That I see, that my mind processes everyday. Thoughts of a world wide melt down, due to incompetence and greed. Am I sane? As I sit in the devils nest, indulging willingly in a vast array of intoxicants. Watch while I seduce temptation and rape the devil. I will overcome. I will prevail. I am after all when everything is said and done a soul in a universe that is the true house of god.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is an exerpt from a chapter in my unfinished book "Damien's Lost Script's" However I have yet to decide which pen name I should put it under. The Dead Poet or Damien Nosferatu.... Such a tough choice. Your thoughts?

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SSmoothie's picture

another awrsome insight! great work!

As for the pseudonym they are both good. Cheers SS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Thank you! yes I was thinking

Thank you! yes I was thinking it had more of a Damien feel to it haha :)


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

SSmoothie's picture

YEAH, you do have the coolest

YEAH, you do have the coolest name! How is it pronounced exactly? By the way I think the pp book idea is awesome! Wish I had something decent but alas my creative juices tend to get stolen at work :) perhaps on a short vacation a good one might pop out lol! Anyways a really awesome initiative high praise to you!


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

MatthewWayne's picture

Damien Nosferatu?

Damien Nosferatu? (Nos-fer-a-tu) latin for undead and thank you for the compliments!! yes I feel it was over due to give something back to PP.


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

SSmoothie's picture

Just like I thought! Eerrily

Just like I thought! Eerrily beautiful! Just as well I'd have to get used to your new name ;) keep on doing what you're doing! Im a big believer and a fan cheers SS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you! and yes I've had

Thank you! and yes I've had Damien Nosferatu as my first ever pen name, then when I fell into my depressed state I adoped the persona of The Dead Poet, only using Damien really when I'd dive into my more darker side to create a piece. Most of the editorials are actually new creations formed with the help of quotes and snipplets from other things I've written from my older work.. The poetry that I will go into the book will almost all be compleately old pieces compiled together. that I felt were just either not good enough or plain to crazy to understand. haha thats why I had mentioned Damien's Lost scripts will be my rawest book I'll ever publish, and dont think many people would be able to understand it all that well. lol


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

SSmoothie's picture

certainly well worth a try!

Can't wait! :)


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

joshomac's picture

Amazing work dude, its sad

Amazing work dude, its sad that people who view the world for what it is are cast out as loonies or being negative. Its equally important not to indulge in these thoughts too much as the world can be ruthless. Great writing though man!


Beyond the scope of light,

Beyond the reach of dark..

MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you for the kind words!

Thank you for the kind words! and you are right it's important not to indulge in those thoughts for too long, they can and will consume you. It would be a drug if it ever tripped the pleasure center of the brain ;) lol


"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne