DEMA

The Judge

4th of February, 3001
I don't know if this one.
Is a surrender or a revel.
I don't know if this story.
Is about me or the devil.

I received another letter today, it read:

Before I became realized, I had deep affection for Dema.
There was a wonderful structure to the city that put my cares to rest.
Streets and locations were dependable, and the responsibilities of the day seemed to be accomplished with minimal effort.
Once a task was taught and understood, we delighted in our ability to complete our obligations timely, and felt secure in knowing tomorrow's duties would be accomplished with the same efficiency.
We all worked to represent our bishops with honor, and knew that each inhabitant of our region had a like-minded dedication to consistency.
Now I know that is wrong.
Signed, J,,,,

I looked at one line in particular, staring at it for a long time.
"There was a wonderful structure to the city that put my cares to rest."
I wrote that once, in my journal.
My first thoughts went to Nico, he was using BlurryFace to see trough my eyes, and he was sending these letters to let me know he was watching me.
No, I'm just parinoied.
" Just because your parinoied doesn't mean they aren't after you" BlurryFace told me.
In that moment, I wanted nothing more then for him to shut up.
"I'm trying to think!" I told him, pacing back and forth with the letter in my hand.
He mustn't have liked the fact I was trying to figure out the letters, because he took over.
Alcohol can make one forget what is troubling him.

5th of February, 3001
Three lights are lit.
But the fourth one's out.
I can tell cause it's a bit darker.
Than the last night's bout.
I forgot about the drought.
Of light bulbs in this house.
So I head out.
Down a route I think is heading south.
But I'm not good with directions.
And I hide behind my mouth.
I'm a pro at imperfections.
And I'm best friends with my doubt.
And now that my mind's out.
And now I hear it clear and loud.
I'm thinking, 'Wow!'
I probably should've stayed inside my house.

Today all the light bulbs in my house blew, so I had to crawl my way to the corner store "Food, petrol, etc." which was run by a very nice man without a name.
As I walked back, neon light bulbs in hand.
I was about to open the door to my apartment when the women across the way opened her door.
I heared it, and turned my head to look at her.
She looked young, with dark skin, and even darker hair, that fell to length of her chin in rambunctious curls.
She had a round face, with a round nose and round eyes.
Those eyes were olive green and didn't seem to match her complexion.
She was wearing a green and white tank top, and a pair of baggy jeans with sneakers.
I had never seen anyone quite like her before, she was beautiful.
My mind seemed to freeze as she looked me me up and down.
"Green?" I asked her.
"No my favorite colour is actually yellow" she replied, looking confused.
"Who are you?" I asked her.
She looked me up and down again.
"I could ask you the same question" she said.
"I'm-"
"you only moved in recently, you live alone but talk to yourself a lot, and you scream in your sleep, you had an ex lover named Josh, and an imaginary freind called BlurryFace, you also have an alcohol dependency, I see you walking around at all houres of the morning completely inebriated."
"How do you know all this?"
"I'm your neighbor, and the walls are thin."
"Ah...i see-"
"You have bishops visit you."
"that's just Keons."
"Keons.. the bishop"
"He is helping me trough my alcohol dependancy."
"you seem different"
"I am different... I'm an alcoholic."
She looked at me, disappointment clouding her beautiful olive eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked her again.
"Nobody important to you" she told me, before closing her door in my face.
I went to sleep that night with many questions about that women, or was she a girl?
I couldn't really tell what age she was.
I thought about her a lot from then on, more then I had thought about anyone ever, apart from Joshua Dun.
The next morning I awoke to another letter, it read:

Am I the only one who realizes that we've been lied to?
Am I the only one not afraid of the notion that the nine have hijacked our trust, and extinguished the hope that once motivated our existence?
We used to close our eyes and picture a better life, now this city is full of dry eyes caught in a trance of obedience, devoid of any trace of an identity.
The only significant light I've seen has been in the eyes of those smeared - such a curious sight, to see bright eyes strangled by the darkness of bishop hands.
As their penance fades, so dims their memory of something more.
My hope of something more is all I have in this rigid tomb, and I will not let it die.
Signed, J,,,,

I put it with the other letters in my bedside locker.
It was all too much to think about.

I found my way.
Right time wrong place.
As I plead my case.
You're the judge, oh no.
Set me free.
You're the judge, Josh Dun.
Set me free.
I know my soul's freezing.
Hell's hot for good reason.
So please, take me.