The Tea Table
My, my… Days! Years!
There is no "when" nor is there a "what."
Enter that door and it will take you to the end
Exit this door and it will return you to the start
At night the glow of my eyes tell me that it’s daytime
And I share my morning meal with the others
Them others! They bring me tea
As the bitterness of the long hours sweeten this boiling drink
This drink the devils have brought
They bring it from the darkness
The darkness oh! They’ve come from…
…Darkness
I want darkness
Obscurity
This white light never tells me when the sun is to arise
Arise! Awake!
This is an eternal white night…
…The night of the devils and I.
“Isn’t he too young to be here?”
“Poor of him…”
“May God be merciful to his soul”
God, everyone adores you
How do you do it?
Thee, never present but always spoken of.
Cry, cry little angels
It’s thy sorrow what feeds my demons
And they bring me tea…
“Give my condolences to the parents”
You can’t kill me.
Oh! I know something that you don’t…
…I can still hear you.
Insanity is not always the appropriate card under the sleeve
All I wanted was to drink some more tea
But it is of major importance to them white ghosts
Idiots…
The tea is a sin
Now may god be merciful on my soul
Meanwhile I’ll enjoy his freight of me
As I drink another cup of tea.
Interlude
Rome, Italy. June 6th, 1956.
The catholic mental hospital of Rome was holding a 19-year-old male who had been diagnosed to be mentally ill and whose record told about his previous acts related to satanic beliefs, death and violence. A year after being held at the hospital the patient had proven to have a major improvement in mental state and the hospital had agreed to allow him to be held at home.
A few months after Daren Braun was released from the hospital, the young man murdered his best friend Anthony Siegberth, an 18-year-old boy who had known him since childhood. The reason of the murder was unknown.
Daren was brought back to the hospital in October of 1958, locked up in an isolated room and was only allowed for visit once a month. Daren was taken to several religious spots around the state to try to find out if he was somehow related to Satanism but no data was ever found.
Eight months later Daren showed an improvement on his personality and behavior. Daren was then allowed to get out of the room and visit the gardens when in company of a nun or nurse.
It hadn’t been a week of his growth in liberties before Daren murdered a nurse in a garden located on the back of the hospital.
Daren, although he was diagnosed mentally ill, was sentenced to death penalty. This punishment was disapproved by the church and furthermore it was decided that they would not kill Daren unless seen by the bishop.
I didn’t do it.
I just asked them devils for some more tea.
“Tell me, how did you kill her and why?”
I didn’t do it.
I just asked them devils for some more tea.
“It’s useless, father!” said a priest to another.
“He is too young to die and he is indeed mentally ill. I find it unfair to murder him without knowing if he had been really possessed by anything”
“He is crazy! There are no devils. This guy is just out of his mind for god’s sake! Kill him!” I heard them say.
The priests talked as Daren drank a cup of tea joyfully. He seemed to be careless and not aware of what was happening.
“Daren… I want you to answer me honestly.”
Here he goes again.
“Do you see devils?”
Cry, cry little angel…
“It’s useless father.”
“No, I’ll make him talk.”
They bring me tea…
“You really like tea don’t you?”
Tea is a sin.
“How is it a sin?”
The red tea, the devils collect the tea from the tears of them angels, they bring me tea.
“I don’t understand. Would you mind telling me a bit more, Daren?”
Cry, cry little angel…
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