hence...actions speak louder than words...words hurt more than steeling blades...steeling blade shine brighter than eyes...eyes turn more treacherous than spies...spies are more caring than lovers...lovers feel more fictive than fairy tales...fairy tales look more true than you...and you...are...not...not that you ever were...it seems...
grandmother WilmaGrandmother Wilma had 4 cats:the First was a schizo misery fanthe Second was a filthy Lying freakthe Third was a dirty selfish whorethe Fourth was a teeny tiny kidGrandmother Wilma bought them hats:the First liked it in a different tanthe Second did not but wore it for a weekthe Third kept screaming he wanted fourthe Fourth sold it to the highest bidGrandmother Wilma fed them rats:the First ate it, and threw up in the canthe Second did not, but found it uniquethe Third just ate it and wanted morethe Fourth, well we're not sure if he didSo Grandmother Wilma killed the spoiled bratsShe hit the First with a frying pan...She fed the Second to a lousy geek...She sent the Third to the Vietnam war...And drowned the fourth with a baby squid...
push the button...at first... there was light...and then... it was hot...but then... there was night...and then... he was shot...so then... there was fright...and then... we were not...
lamer...Once again...He sits in the dark corner, and watches her acting exactly the way he thought she would...Only this time, there was no audience
This time, there was no script; she was skillfully playing a silent act
No audience was needed, the message was addressed to him, and him alone
This time, she wasnt even trying to solve what was still stuck, this time, she chose silence and avoidance.It was a silent monologue
This time, she was wearing transparent masks
This time, she stood there, looked at him, and left
He did three things
1- He sarcastically smiled for knowing he was right all along
2- He stayed in his place, even after the lights went off and the curtains closed, for he couldnt believe he fell for that trick once again
3- He promised himself that though she wasnt the first one to play him this way, shed surely be the last
lame...he sits in the dark corner with the rest of the audience and watches her on stage... making a fool of herself...the script might be too real, but it's lame, poor and boring...she needed the audience to make it public...she was trying to solve what was still stuck in front of the audience, and in a lame and boring way...the actor she had hired played the role well... he was able to identify in him...but the script she wrote was lame...she tried to say everything she still wanted to say... everything she wanted him to hear... but the script was lame...he couldn't understand how the audience was still there and didn't leave already...he was concerned by all of this was understanding all of what was said and still felt like leaving...two things...he did two things...1- he smiled for realising she still had a lot to tell him... which meant she still cared...2- he stood up and left without finishing the play... for finally...he stopped caring enough to listen anymore...
piece and larva...Screaming through the dusk of night...Dying in the dawn of pain...Dodging from the woeful plight...Drowning in the acid rain...Breaking in the shattered trust
Sinking in the sinful trance
Drenching in the lurid lust
Dancing your demonic dance
The Last Cry Of The Swan...Let this be the last cry of the swan...It might not be the most beautiful...not the happiest...not the merriest...yet it'll be the most truthful...let this be the last cry of the swan...the last lamenting...the last tears...I tried, God knows I did...God knows I tried to kill my feelings for you...God knows I refused those feelings...but...there is no God...I knew those feelings will only lead me into despair,sadnessand pain...I knew I'll be paying too much for every smile...I knew where all this would lead...I knew myself too much...but...I knew nothing...I loved you...and what a fool I was...I knew that love was my worst enemyyet insisted on enrolling you to his side in the battle...I didn't want to love you...but...I did...I saw you and all I could see was the one I longed to talk tolisten tohold in my arms...all I could see was the oneyoung, it is true, but filled with couragebrainsand wisdom...I saw you, and ever since,all I could see...was you