The Box of Hearts
Shh...
Stop and listen. Right now. What do you hear? Do you hear them? Do you hear the voices? My name is Douglas Rattman, and I will tell you a story. A story about me and a story about the voices.
They sing when they are happy, and they scream when they are mad,
The voices are a lot like you and me, but they are truly bad,
The voices are all different, but they speak to me all the same,
They tell me to do their deeds, and what am I not to carry out the blame?
One voice told me to kill the beast,
Yet another told me our worries are the least,
I couldn't do one yet not the other,
So I simply decided not to bother,
I ran, escaped, ducked, and hid,
Doing what the voices bid,
But yet, I was to discover,
What I still had to uncover,
The voices, I could recognize them all,
Each had a particular call,
The loudest voice was burly and huge, I did almost everything it said,
But my favorite voice was the kindest, it led me to hideouts, a safe place to rest my head.
One day I found the true owner of the sweet voice,
But to see it, it wasn't my choice,
Look at me, look at my story,
It is turning out,
To be poetry,
I write on the walls,
I draw on them all,
Yet when I try to remember,
I cannot recall,
The kind voice, the sweet one, belonged to none other than the box with hearts,
The box with hearts, the box with hearts, is where it all shall start,
A voice told me that once, but not in my head,
This voice was out loud, and the owner full of lead,
The turret didn't shoot me, like so many others,
But instead it talked to me, no threats or useless utters,
This one spoke the truth, the others were lies,
It told me I would soon find paradise,
all I had to do was find the box with hearts,
And then the true beginning shall then start,
I reached the hearted box, but it disappointed me,
It had food, maybe ammo, but no liability,
This box I thought had a heart, not one drawn with lead,
I thought this box would take me away, away from the dead,
All the box did for me was talk to me and tell me,
How to find the escape, how to be free,
Some of you might stop me now and say, 'What's wrong with you?'
But listen, you'll hear it, without further ado,
'Cause years and years in a cold dark prison,
Can make your life not an ounce worth livin',
What is the world to live, all alone and empty,
When no one is there to be with you, to live and keep company?
If the world is an empty place,
Then what is the point of your race?
So I did the forbidden, I went against what the voices said,
Didn't I tell you this is my story, the one that got me dead?
They told me not to go near that place, but how could I obey?
The company that I was to find would surely be at the Testing Bay,
I know the Queen better than herself, I built her, don't you see?
I made her as friendly as possible, but she turned into an enemy,
The Queen would have found a place to store the dying screams,
Of ones whose family has been stolen from their dreams,
They can't hear their family, but I sure can,
Because I was the one who survived, the schizophrenic man,
Back to the Queen, the one whose evil was unseen,
She was yelling, and scheming, to one who was probably screaming,
But I had heard no screams, or cries of pain,
Perhaps the prisoner had something to gain,
It was then that I saw it, the one true hero,
Clad in orange and white, from the Queen's bureau,
She jumped and she flew through the air with such grace,
I knew she would be the one that would make Her grimace,
I watched as she stormed through the halls,
I watched as she took down them all,
I watched as she traveled unseen,
I watched as she defeated the Queen
The explosion had shook the whole place,
Leaving me and the box to race,
Toward the door I knew would hold egress,
Escape from this prison, more or less
I unlocked the door that one had tried to block,
To keep the voices from getting away,
The cube told me no, you aren't the right suitor,
But I didn't reply, I was turning into a recruiter,
The door opened up, and I was blinded with light,
No prisoner could escape the dark and ever see right,
I saw one head, then two, then one last, it was conscious,
I watched in shock, as it did the most monstrous,
It dragged the hero back to the prison,
I had stood there, begging the robot to listen,
To all of the cries of the poor ones below,
I had to stop it from carrying her away from all life that she knows,
Once it dragged her inside,
I mentally sighed,
As I knew what I had to do,
I looked outside,
At the beautiful sky,
And at last I said goodbye,
That was the last time I saw the sun,
But still my story is not yet done,
When I tore the sun from my eyes,
And I finally stepped back inside,
I heard the voices again,
They screamed at me,
They told me no,
And they insulted me to no end,
But then I was greeted,
By one voice so sweetened,
That said that it was still my friend,
The box of hearts saved me from insanity,
Just as the turret proposed,
And my sanity I needed to revive,
The girl in comatose,
The pale cube told me where to go,
Left or right,
Fast or slow,
It told me that disaster was near,
And then I heard voices loud and clear,
They said 'Hello' but they meant goodbye,
They only like cyanide,
I ran, Oh I ran,
With all my heart,
I ran, Oh I ran,
Trying to be tough,
I ran, Oh I ran,
Bullets missed their mark,
I ran, Oh I ran,
But it wasn't enough,
The pain in my thigh brought me sprawling to the ground,
The box of hearts made a horrible sound,
'Get up!' it said, 'We're almost there!'
I couldn't move, the pain was too much to bear,
My heartbeat thudded in my skull,
The bullet in my leg was taking its toll,
But no I couldn't give up,
She was being locked up!
So I mustered all my courage, all my strength,
And I stood up, ignoring my angst,
I picked up the cube, and picked up my heart,
And set off to a steady, limping start,
I reached the room, but I was too late,
Behind the glass was her sleeping face,
The cube pointed out a shining computer,
It said that this time, I was the right suitor,
I scrolled and I clicked, and I did all the hacking,
And I moved her name up the list, my heart still racking,
As I crawled past the glass, I took one last look,
And I crawled away to my own little nook,
I climbed up the cube, and I crawled into bed,
And I slowly, gently, laid down my head,
I looked to the cube, as it was time to part,
And I said goodbye to my box of hearts,
The glass slowly slid over my head,
Yet as it did that,
I fell forever dead.
A/N
Poetry! There should be paragraphs between the phrases but this word doc just keeps being a mean little cat that scratches your face out! Sorry if the flow is bad...(UPDATE! I found out how to put in just one enter space, and it was completely by accident! Just press SHIFT + ENTER and it works out awesome!)
Okay, I started this out as a story, but then it started to rhyme. So I decided to do some poetry! Don't just go and dis poetry, poetry is actually just a story with rhyming words and it usually takes much longer to write!
The author of the day is... Xelac and her story Average Life at Aperture Science. That story is random, hilarious, and all around random. Oops. I already said that.
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