How is that supposed to work? If you stay away they surely are not going to get any closer, if you’re scared to speak up no one is going to ask you what you think, and waiting surely won’t get them any younger… But you’re no hawk, you’re just a frightened little crow, you only wait for them to fall near you to jump over and take advantage of whatever is left of their overabused rotten corpses… Yet you even fail at that!

How many corpses have you devoured recently? How many have you ever done?
Nil, cipher, null, cero, noll, náid, nolla, sero, sifuri, nič, nihil… Need I say more?

“For we brought nothing into the world, and it is certaine, that we can carie nothing out”… But maybe you shouldn’t have been too literal about it…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust… Amen

H.Q.
XIII:XXXII
dies Martis, XVI Maii, MMXI

I’m done…

A total loss of vocabulary, a broken grammar and a pain of the soul… Disoriented, confused and nearly fainting, I can hardly see through the nonexistent thin layer of air separating me from my screen, I’m aging, I’m failing, I’m losing my mind, and the only true friend I have is a twisted melody of a funeral dance.

Why can I not speak my heart out, why am I still stuck in these ancient manners of a mummified pharaoh, what good have they brought me but the lifeless state of the clown I am, what good have I brought to myself but being a tool for others to survive, is this what I deserve for neglecting myself, is this what I deserve for being the lamb I am…

I’m done…

H.Q.
11:30
Thursday, 12th May 2011