In the Absence of Light, We Learn to Un-See the Darkness…

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I live through your hate, for I am the fathomless well where your secrets drown… I chain your blinded mind as I suck the nectar out of your poisonous dreams, playing the angel on the shoulders of your enemies and yours, reinforcing hostility with innocent negation, and watching hatred turn to fury…

I live through your rage, stepping over your anger and reaching closer to the softer fragile shell inside, I silence your cries of vengeance, but never kill the blood-lust, I leave you numb, addicted, aching for a shot of goodwill to tame the avenging animal within, I watch you beg, and mutely cry behind curtains of darkness …

I live through your tears, and with bare feet I walk onto the broken glass of your shattered heart, and as my blood unites with your remains, a new shape takes form, a hybrid heart moulds from your recycled soul, a wingless bird, scared of leaving his cage…

…and through your fear I’m immortalised, for I, The Fearless, now lead the blind…

H.Q.
17:11
05 May 2010

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In a Dream…

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It is a strange world that grows in the night… inside our heads… Inside our dreams…
You wake up with a smile that’s not yours…
Was it stolen? Red lips of a broken angel?… Was it someone you met? A virtual hug from a virtual stranger?

No one knows…
No one cares…
They just can’t wait to open their eyes, to enter the light, to kill the dream, to slay those who can never sin… But I…

I just can’t wait for the night to reign… Enter the shade… Shut my eyes, shut my brain and shut my senses, lock me up in this magical work of mind, see me searching, seeking, falling, failing… See me fly, see me play this heavenly music… See me wait for my angel to descend…

And then I wait…

And then I wait…

But dead angels don’t fly… Even if it’s your own fucking dream…

H.Q.

22/02/2008, 00:02

Chapter I: Act I: Blind I (v 2.0.2)

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For years I’ve searched yet couldn’t find
That ghost of “Love” you built in mind
But then I woke for I was blind
I saw the ghost who stood behind

I searched in vain, hopelessly tried
But now I’ve learnt I better hide

Your false illusion for which I cried
Have made my shield; I’m fortified
I’m no more sad nor petrified
For now I’m healed; my soul has died

****

I brought you love, and you sold me pain
All was in vain, I’m left and scarred
You did reject the purist soul
You killed me, now I’m underground

But -for revenge- God sent me back
To be your shadow over land

And here I am, I am the ghost
But I am real more than you are
You feel me there when you’re asleep
I haunt the dreams, silence the cries
I suck the wine out of your lips
And drink the tears out of your eyes

Then you awake, you’re petrified
You cry and wish for my demise
It’s all in vain my lovely snake
I am the curse which never dies
I am the wound which never heals
I am the dark slaying the skies
I’m here to watch your bitter end
And make you pay back for your lies

****

God, I am done, well, take me now
My love has died, so shall my ghost
“Well, no my dear” God says to me
“You are the damned, everly lost
You’re cursed for you were ever blind
You want revenge? You’ll pay the cost”

****

And here I am, I am The Blind
I am as real as you can’t be
You’ll feel me; sure, I’ll be within
I’ll close your eyes and hide the key
Then watch you search for love and fail
Then you avenge; you’re cursed as me…

H.Q.
02:48 AM
26/03/05

08/06/2007

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Breeding hate, spreading, and infecting…

I really don’t know what you have in mind, and probably, no more care to know, but I’m very sure that all that over-loving you tend to give, is helping nothing but increase my hatred… not only towards myself, but towards you, so, if this is not your intention, then please, SHUT THE FU#K UP… cause whatever you think you’re doing, you’re doing it wrong…

You don’t really know how insulted, hateful and humiliated I now feel, and you don’t really have to know, having no one around that you trust.. not even yourself.. the only one whom you used to tell everything is long since dead… 1year, 11months and 7days… I don’t really miss her any more… or do I miss anything at all?!

I’m so fuckin’ tired, I just can’t sleep. It’s 03:58AM, and I’m sitting here, biting my nails, and even taking the skin off my fingertips with my teeth… a habit that’s still going on since 1998, yeah, who cares…

It’s strange how easily can a strong feeling of love towards someone turn -in a minute- into a stronger feeling of pure destructive hatred… that you even enjoy more than all that “sweet” shit…

What is happening here?! See for yourself, you should be so fuckin blind not to get the idea. Maybe not as blind as I am… but I’ve never heard of someone being “blinder” than another?

Ravens fall as I look down
ghostly feathers are fading
darkened hearts are shining black
and hatred spreads invading

H.Q.
04:24, Friday
08 June 2007