THE LUNACY AND PSYCHOLOGICAL COMPLEXITY OF SOUNDWAVE

The lunacy and psychological complexity of Sound wave


“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