The vision

 

Yet another day slog working the graveyard shift at the old asylum building, not long to go as it soon gets demolished for a new shopping centre.

I don't know why anyone would want to break into the asylum for souvenirs I have not a clue, but a payday is a payday, it was not too bad all I do is go around every hour on the hour, a cup of tea, sandwich during my break and I bring in my little radio which echoes through the building as noise travels better at night in a dead silent building.

I did this for months and months until one fateful night I heard the song Twilight Zone By Golden Earrings consisting was played on an endless loop.

Suddenly his flashlight stops working and hears a disbodied voice say in a creepy ghastly voice.

(It's 2. A.M, the fear has gone)

I do my best to believe I am overtired and probably need to sleep better, I probably just have an audio hallucination.

But the voice in the plutonium darkness is joined by a chorus all saying in unison (It's 2. A.M, the fear has gone).

Then I saw in my head a vision of thought projected into my brain.

In the vision the sun was represented as a gun pointed at the earth, people were staring into the sky hoping beyond hope that clouds would form and darken to bring the one thing they all desired with all their hope in their hearts, and the water drops from the clouds called Rain.

But no connection seemed to create, no answer to our prayers to the being God then I heard sirens in my head, The sky was filled with black heavy clouds stuck together as if with superglue.

I wake up with my head lying on the table I had succumbed, my head spinning in a frenzy.

I feel the need to tell the world of this warning but I probably end up in a real madhouse and to make matters worse I am working on the beacon of a full moon so even if I told someone they put down to moon madness.

If my vision is real where am I to go now and if I tell no one how far will humankind towards getting to the end goal, earth destroyed, humans no more?

Soon you will come to know,

When the bullet hits the bone

Soon you will come to know,

When the bullet hits the bone.

I feel I fall into place in a spiral, my life journey destination unknown. Has my vision been sent to me as a double-crossed message, I am at this very moment as I sit in my office of the redundant asylum all alone, no connection as my mobile phone is running out of juice so I can't get through to the outside world.

I wonder if I was not a loner if anyone would ask (Where are you?).

Well my shift is at the end and my guilty mind for I was too much of a coward to tell others about my vision for I may be taken to the borderline, I have cheated man of knowledge of his future fate.

All I can say in my mind is

(Help I'm steppin' into the twilight zone

The place is a madhouse,

Feels like being cloned

My beacon's been moved under moon and star

Where am I to go, now that I've gone too far?

Soon you will come to know,

When the bullet hits the bone.).