The Mellifluous Silence: (Remnant I)

By R.G. IV

Embark on this poignant tale as you follow a child through the time that once was, and into the sinuous battle with cancer and enduring spiritual hardship that rages within the darkest bounds of his mind; seeing with eyes that no one can truly call their own. Indulge your heart and discover to find out if his mind finds deliverance or the murder of innocence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503595521

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CONTENTS

Anatomy Of A Memory

1994…The Year In Which It Began.

Revisit: The Pain Of Innocence

Entry-Age 6

Miracle Witness

Entry

Entry

War On The Horizon

The Occult

The Fallen Son

Entry

Paralyzed In Pain

Pendulum

Entry

Forrest Of Illusion

Entry

Entry

Triduum Of Hallows

Beyond The Casket

Embrace Capture

Returning Ghost

Corpse In The Mirror :1

Entry

Entry

Entry

Glimpse Of The Moon

Entry

Entry

Entry

Sorrow

Entry

Unwelcomed Grave?

Entry

Entry-Age 7

Entry-Age 7

The Zeitgeist

Entry

Entry

Sands Of Somnambulism

Snowfall Descending

Distorted Whispering

Altered Future

Demonic Sherpa

Late For The Sky

Entry

The Anatomy Of A Ghost: Exegesis

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Sorrowisnowhere

Entry

Entry

The Advent Of Sorrow

V. Reflection-

Anatomy Of A Ghost: Affliction

Entry

Imprint

Entry

Entry

Entry

Living Proof

Vi. Anatomy Of A Ghost: Chapfallen

Hollow Vastness: Eternal Storm

Road To Casper Hollow

Casper Hollow

Casper Hollow: Tragic Tides

The Coincidental Truth

Soul On Fire

Approaching Advent

Entry

The Anxious Apparition

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Entry

Banal Allocations

Entry

Entry

Entry

To Whom It May Concern

Anamnesis

Entry

Welcome Home

Darkness…

ANATOMY OF A MEMORY

1994…THE YEAR IN WHICH IT BEGAN.

Halloween growing up was always the holiday I looked forward to the most. October meant horror movies on cable and elaborate decorative houses on every block. Getting off the school bus at the top of the block and walking down my street watching the leaves from the tall trees that towered above knowing autumn had arrived yet again.

Except this Halloween would be the schism that would alter my childish reality and change the course of my life forever. This would be the last memory of childhood; if only I would of known. For that night was the coldest Halloween I can recall. The visitor that came that night wasn’t looking for a treat, but for my childhood. He came without welcome. He came without reason. For I knew it was death.

…

The room was barely suitable for two, yet it felt as if it were a vast graveyard. Two open caskets next to each other. One typical hospital bed that faced the bathroom next to the main entrance of the room with a TV just perpendicular. The other one next to the giant glass window that had the TV directly in front mounded to the wall. That was mine; basic, standard hospital issue. Nothing exciting.

The walls were grim gray with no patterns of any kind. Very depressing and dull. The only thing that separated me from my roommate, if you wish to call them that, was a plain white curtain that parted the room down the center. The bars on the bed had to always be up like prison cells.

The only thing you have now is basic cable and all the time in the world. The first night you sit in fear and uncertainty. Not sure of what events are about to occur.

…

This next part in the remnant tale will take you through my enduring the hardest and darkest battle I’ve ever faced thus far. Long before my quest for Lanora and the advent of Sorrow, there was a time I was in search of something most take for granted that live outside the glass. Something every child on the oncology floor prays and wishes for. So if you care to, read on and follow me back through the vortex of memory on my journey to discover…THE MELLIFLUOUS SILENCE.

REVISIT: THE PAIN OF INNOCENCE

The lights from above me were nearly blinding. The beeping from the rows of countless IV poles cut through the ear piercing screams of the children like myself as much as the repetitiveness of our suffering.

As I sat there in a man-made casket watching death at work taking it’s toll on the others around me, just waiting for him to find me and enter my veins. Frightened of the inevitable unknown torment about to enter my soul, I tightly close my eyes and try to remember the time of the once was that no longer is.

Before I realize, a mysterious figure dressed in all white is seen before me, preparing to administer perpetual agony. In a single instant the needle entered my arm and in that very moment, even as a child, I knew what I was about to endure was unlike any fathomable nightmare.

I slowly reopen my eyes and begin to watch the poison make its way into my body. The pain became real and my mind started to register; endlessly falling into an abyss of unimaginable horror, my soul held captive in an outer body prison. Burning in a fire of confusion when all at the same time asking myself why me? and wishing I had never been born.

Although it’s only five minutes it seems like an eternity of torture and timeless suffering. No matter how loud I scream or beg God to make it stop, it spreads throughout my entire body intensifying with every breath I inhale. My spirit descending into a purgatory, unsure if I have the strength to make it to the other side.

Then as fast as it began, it abruptly stops and I can finally catch a real breath. It feels as if a miracle had just taken place. With my eyes hurting immensely from crying harder than I ever had or will in my entire life, I