A little writing inspired by the art of Beksinski

There’s a world, very alike the earth which we abuse, though further evolved in their greedy, selfish values. Kings, they declared themselves to be. And in mock majesty wore for crowns the skeletons of the dead. 10, it often took, to fit the shape of their titanic head. The putrid practice was made worse by the making itself. The deceased’s families fashioned the crown of corpses. The walking corpses sawing, gnawing and sticking the still. Tearless, though tortured as they were, no liquid was left to spare. Their dusty bones long too dry to produce emotion in the eye. And what, you ask was the family’s reward? None, that with you or I would strike a chord. Only a weak and sickening pride, that one of their own lay by the king’s side. The Kings, unaware of their greed’s gastric flaw, often consumed too much; swelled, and exploded, for their constant want of more. And when a king, through unchecked greed, blew sky high and left his chair; a walking corpse may happen by, glance up and see that it was bare. The ambitious grinned, for they now thought it was their time to take the throne, and in a hectic frenzy they scrabbled and clawed but fell back down as nails broke on the stone. But one with a brain, more useful than the rest, fashioned a ladder; from the bones of those who’d tried their best. When he reached the peak he lost his mind, which convinced himself that he was king. He looked at the weak and meagre bones below and began hysterically laughing. The first laugh heard from a skeleton for a thousand years or more. But this action, in an exhausted figure, was then the final straw. His broken body, weak and frail could truly take no more. He died, still laughing, fell from the throne and broke upon the floor. The end came fast for this doomed race of folk. The kings sucked the semen from every walking corpse; the soul, the life, the yoke. Then no more was left to them, nothing devoured except their time. To waste away, the punishment for their crime. Though not all went in this same way, some more desperate grew. One tried to eat the walking bones, choked and died bright blue. Another, like the other who turned himself bright blue; grew so desperate he devoured himself, though the outcome he well knew.