“All my friends go away in the end “---Hurt –NIN –Jonny cash
“All my friends are in my head “---Lithium –Nirvana
” cries and screams are music to my ears “–sound wave
……………..Transmission ends. The universal buzzing begins, the voices begin, and it starts like a low din, to the choir of chaos.
I am, I am not, I am them, and they do not exist ……sonic waves exploding
Tuner electric, buzz, scratch, noise of a thousand screams
I am, I am not, I am them, and they do not exist
The war of four million years and I was in my zenith, my energon lust, crushing
An enemy with a sonic boom until his spark and energon leaked out of his audio sensor
I enjoyed my job, I was the best, and my team was equally good
Espionage, saboteur, victimizing, computer hi- jacking, psychological warfare and integration.
We were the best, until the day of the reckoning
Crumbling, and fallen, I lay wasted for, energon everywhere
I was waiting for them to come back, to salvage me
I was left to fall into my own lunacy
I patch myself together using parts from Dirge (he did not mind, he was dead)
I search for my partners
The only survivor was Ratbat; he was eating the eyes of shrapnel and in my opinion enjoying the taste of wasted deceptions
All of them: frenzy, overkill, slugfeast, beast box,
My harbingers of doom, lay in pieces, torn apart, blacked oozed from their faces
In a way it was beautiful in the abstract of destruction
Squakbox was still talking even in his last moments; I stepped on him to put him out of my misery
Rumble was decimated in a crater he created
Wingthing, lazerbeak, and buzzsaw –wings were torn to shreds
Ratbat brought me the head of Ravage
I believe that drove me to the edge of the sonic abyss of digital sound and analog nightmare
I gathered all of them together , my partners , myself ,I could not repair them , I could not save them
Processing units, metallic brain matter, hands feet, wings, lay in wasted remains twisted metal coming undone
And then I did the unthinkable, I ate of their metal, I wanted to devour them and keep them forever
I was becoming something different, something diabolical, and sinful
Ratbat enjoyed in eating of his brethren, enjoying their demise, I would take their energon and make designs in my metal, and I tattoo myself with the image of my lost
I was left on the battle field for so long; I lost myself only to find someone new
My wounds healed, my metal was twisted and stained with the energon of my children
I wear a cape now made out of exoskeleton remains of fallen deceptions’
My staff I carry has the head of my Ravage
The sound of the universe echoes in my ears, Rabat at my side
Wings I forged together so I can take flight
I made a face shield out of frenzy and rumble in the fashion of comedy and tragedy I am the infinite one I am me and they are me , and I am them
Ratbat sits on my shoulder perched
I talk to myself in the person
Ratbat looks at me as if I have lost my mind , and I have , oh yes , lost it I did , did I lose it ?
I decide to leave the battlefield
With myself of renewal, I must go and find my brethren
Oh how they will see the art I have created
Oh how they will rue the day, they left me, oh how they will rue the day
Carrie Ann Kawa 5/10/2010
