Love to share
And the rain just kept on flowing
When suspicion kept on going,
In a day that's never showing
But a smile of happiness;
Now the blood continues flowing
And the pressure keeps on growing
On the face forever showing
Wrinkled smiles in boiling hate.
Oh, the blood continues rushing
While the pain just screams for action
I will never know compassion
'Cause I love with sickened love.
Darkness...Then, a green-blueish light gradually becomes visible...pulsating...It is weak, it is dim. It seems to die out. The land is bleak, cold and soulless, hostile to the small glowworm. But, after a while, this changes. The green of the new land and the blue of the sky pour into his green and blue, and the pulsation increases. Then, in one moment when the great glow god is away, he looks up and becomes inert, struck by the sight of the infinity of glowworms - some pulsating stronger, some dimmer - casting their light on those below. It was then that he decided he would join them...
Bloody hands that touch your skin
Make your blood boil from within
Your dreams shatter like thin glass
You are just another lass
Darkened night that falls asleep
Your emotions are shallow deep
Break the mask you love so much
Look around, await and watch
"You ask me why do I play by this rule: give nothing back.
"Can you remember the time when everyone stabbed you in the back and left you with nothing but hatred and smoldering ashes of your soul? Those are the times when desperation and self pity are very tempting. But the thought of revenge always saves you and the thought that one day you will triumph, always keeps you going.
"Bits and shreds of agony are left to yourself like a legacy of a goddamn evil party. Those ghouls come, raid your life, taking everything you hold dear and then they laugh at you, knowing that in that instant you're being left naked of your beliefs, of your desires... of everything that was meant to be held dear to you. And the irony is this: when one thing goes uncontrollably bad, the same thing happens with everything else. The balance of life is gone for a short time and the pillars of your life crumble with unimaginable speed. Your soul cries in the deepest and most humiliating agony, your heart bursts with sorrow, anguish and pain... everything dear fades in the face of chaos. You fear losing that which you price most, you shout and yell, but no one seems to hear you.
Chapter 5- Hatred of the Wounded Dream
‘The war is coming close to an end and it seems that those dead wretches are doing our work, just as planned’ she said, with a fiendish and content smile. ‘Everything is… so damn simple. Right, beloved?’
‘Do not start with those utopias about enslaving the Assassins!’
‘Utopias? Are you trying to tell me that you did not want this from the beginning?’
‘I’m not trying to tell you anything. I am pointing it out for you! The war is going to end soon, indeed. However, consider this: when the Undead are to be victorious, who is going to take care of their mess? Their body count will have grown to an unexpected number. Who will face them, then? The Assassins? I’m quite convinced that that won’t be the answer.’
Chapter 4 - Loath advocates
The bodies were scattered and mutilated all over the place. The evening came down on them, as the two of them made camp. He lifted a great fire out of nothing. He looked and searched for something in his backpack and in the end, he revealed a piece of cloth. ‘Now grow!’ In a few seconds, the tent took shape, once again.
Chapter 3 - Drowned whispers
They were traveling for a few hours in the impenetrable darkness.
‘What is this thing?’ she asked, intrigued.
‘I understand that you’re comfortable with the coolness?’ he smiled.
‘You might say that. What I’m comfortable with is the fact that I’m not being blinded by the sun. In the same time I’m quite alert, given the fact that I really don’t know where we’re actually heading’.
Chapter 2 - Sweet intoxication of the fog
The dawn was closing in.
‘Aren’t you coming back in the sheets, with me?’ she offered, with a lazy, sleepy smile. ‘We both hate it…’ she pointed the sun.
‘Not yet, my lovely pet!’
She stared at him in dismay.
‘PET? Who the hell are you calling pet?’
She jumped out of the warm sheets, still enriched with their scents of lovemaking.
‘I believe you are mistaking! The fact that we screwed like wild dogs doesn’t mean that I’m your slave!’
‘You know, you look quite charming, sitting there, all naked! If I were not thinking of much more important things, I would have joined you back to our bed, over there! Moreover, please, I hate the term of ‘screwing like wild dogs’! I do not screw! Another thing that should give you enough trouble: I’m as noble about this subject as any other matter. Treating everything in life with respect is much more interesting and hard, than...
There’s no second chance…
Just glances from the past…
Comin’ again and again
In the silver ra’n
There’s no other stance
People come and pass
That’s life.. no regrets..
Keep movin’ on and on..
There is no way back
Marching on the road
Pleople in the rain
They still come and fly
Thery’re not getting back
In shy shades of green I come to life
The forests sky lies alone in the night
The wind blows hard just like a sharp knife
And I'm still amazed of the nights great might.
A beast bows at the white shining moon
The trees move back and forth scared of the shadows
We will go back to the beginning very soon
To the graveyard full of whipping widows.
In the still of the night the lake shivers rough
The crow left under the murder crows and flies off
This journey may seem easy, but it's quite tough
Mostly when the stars and lights turn off...
I reckon I must follow this path
This flow of ideas is dead without light
A primary need it's what it's about
In the shy shades of green that come back to life.
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