Funny thing...

A funny thing happened.
A while a go, when friends where friends and enemies where unquestionably enemies,
we were sitting in class when we decided to watch an Emilie Autumn lyrics video. And of course, we started singing like the wretched singers we are.
Lurking behind us was a male student, from my class and being as unimaginative as he was he said he watched stuff like that at night.
Well, we were intrigued, most naturally. "But, sir" said I "this is a video of a song." he looked rather confused. "Oh yes I know that... I am talking about scary stuff..." He replied with a smile. Of course me and my dear friend realized right away that what he thought was "scary" in that video was a magnificent and sublime picture of Emilie Autumn that looked actually quite innocent... I think what scared him the most where the lyrics... Go figure.

Striped Stockings

They are a symbol of protection.
A symbol of strength.
A symbol of weakness.
A symbol, not just stockings...

EMILIE AUTUMN'S BOOK my thoughts

First of all, SHOCKING BRILLIANT. I can almost feel her pain trough the pages. IT IS INTENSE, NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. Ingeniously brilliant.
I am still shocked from what I read, in a really good way. Even though the matter of it is not good.
SHE HAS EARNED MY RESPECT (even more... Is it possible?) AND LOVE.
I just... can't describe it... It is just... Emilie.

Forum! Vejam!

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JÁ PRECISÁVAMOS DE UM FÓRUM ASSIM EM PORTUGUÊS! <3

L.O.L.

For I could scream at you, and send you flying out the window, but still I do not.
I wonder why... Maybe to see the day when I'll calmly tell you "I told you so".
Maybe to see the day where I will laugh.
Maybe to see the day where I will stand in a pedestal and wave goodbye to you.
Or maybe because I know what I speak of, and you in a rampage of senseless anger try to have reason in what you do not.
I will keep my calm. I've resent my anger too many times.

Odeio.

Odeio quando me dizem que me conhecem e que sabem do que sou capaz quando ja disseram que nunca se conhece uma pessoa verdadeiramente.
Odeio quando dizem "Nunca serias capaz de aguentar metade do que eu aguentei." simplesmente porque sou preguiçosa.
Simplesmente ODEIO quando me dizem INDIRECTAMENTE que menti QUANDO OBVIAMENTE NÃO O FIZ.
Não sou INCAPAZ, felizmente não sou DEFICIENTE, não és MELHOR QUE EU, nem mais nem menos, não tens as mesmas vivências que eu MAS ISSO NÃO FAZ DE MIM MIMADA SÓ PORQUE OS MEUS PAIS ME AMAM E GOSTAM DE ME FAZER FAVORES DE VEZ EM QUANDO, NEM FAZ DE MIM MAIS OU MENOS "MELANCÓLICA" DO QUE TU.
SIM, estou cheia de esperança PROVAVELMENTE EM VÃO, mas recuso-me a viver sem ela.
FOGO, parece que entre as massas mais "dark" há quase uma luta para ser "o melhor" porque teve uma vida TÃÃÃÃÃOOOOOOOO mais melancólica que a de todos.
BOM, tenho novidades, para além do vosso óbvio "lack of brain" IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT MELANCHOLIA AND SORROW. Também é saber apreciar a vida mesmo quando ela está na lama, é saber ouvir para além da musica. E claro, SER UMA PESSOA DECENTE E INTELIGENTE. Não como esta nova geração "dark" que são literalmente PEGAS. Não digo todos, mas a maioria sim.
Eu tinha MUITO orgulho em fazer parte de um grupo em que o que contava realmente era a honra e a inteligência, depois, como muitos sabem esse grupo separou-se. E pronto, depois veio o novo grupinho "dark" para a escola, ser tão "alternativo" mas igual a toda a gente, ou seja, a não ter cérebro para absolutamente nada.
É um pouco triste ver o mundo a afogar-se no seu próprio vomito.

Buh

How dares how dares to enter the bloody burlesque show...

MY ANTS ARE CRAWLING WITH PANTS!

Infestação de formigas no meu quarto. Até não parece muito grave ATÉ QUE ELAS ME COMEÇARAM A COMER AS MINHAS PLANTAS. Ah, e invadiram o meu pijama, mas isso quero lá saber.
Continuo sem perceber porque sobem ao 1º andar de uma casa se eu nem tenho comida no quarto! (Tirando as plantas) Mas quer dizer... Eu não vou tirar as minhas plantas daqui só porque alguma formiga se lembrou de vir para cá!
Ok talvez vá ter mesmo de considerar muda-las de sitio. Mas eu já durmo mal com elas aqui, quanto mais mesmo sozinha.
Great.

Death Knight

My knight in a shinny armor has died.
Drowned in his own coldness.
His eyes are green no more, his red heart nevermore.
Now all that exists is a shadow of what once I loved.
And that shadow haunts me.
I can feel it, in the back of my head, watching...
Waiting.
For the right moment to strike, and leave my corpse to be eaten by hungry dogs.
Surely my madness has already assumed that the path to self destruction is shorter if I stay close.
Surely the shadow of my loved one does not have eyes or heart anymore.
And why you ask?
Because where too lovely green orbs were, now lyes a hole, filled with the most horrid of beasts.
Because where a lovely blood red heart once ticked, now lyes a raven... Calling my name forevermore...

Lies and Kisses

We had a lie and only a lie.
Poor Lady she died.
So like Romeo and Juliet, nothing good came out of this lie.
We had a lie and only a lie.
Poor girl she died.
Like Rapunzel in her tower, her reality was bend. Mistaken by a fool passing by.
Is it ok if we all don't show any feelings? Is it ok if little Lady keeps it all to herself?
We had a lie and only a lie.
Poor Miss she died.
Just like every other princess mistaken by an overwhelming feeling of salvation, she was mislead by a horrid monster.
We had a lie and only a lie.
Sing, for I have died.

R.I.P.

Hoje morro por ti.
Amanha por ele.
Depois disso, talvez por ela.
E talvez ainda por eles.

Apercebi-me então que era eu o papão.
A culpa toda que um dia deitas-te em mim,
era agora o meu sangue que escorre num rio de vermelho...
Cai no branco que me restava e morre...

Hoje culpei-me a mim e só a mim.
Talvez tenhas razão,
e a razão seja tua e só tua.
Mas se me amas como dizes,
porque me deixas-te afundar?
Sem sequer olhares de relance para te glorificares na minha morte.

Gostava mesmo de perceber os teus olhos.
Mas para mim,
são como vidros fumados.
Tudo o que vês neles é a tua própria imagem reflectida.

Vai agora, meu pequeno laço de vida,
e foge, foge para longe de mim e vive a vida segura e encantadora que queres.
O meu corpo descansa em ti.

Não mais.

Como conseguiste esquecer-te de mim e substituir-me por alguém que não conheces?

POETRY IS DEAD.

Os poetas morreram. Já toda a gente é poeta, pegam numa caneta e escrevem meia dúzia de palavras que ouviram alguém dizer, e voilá, temos um poeta.

A vampire's last wish

I've died. Yet, here I stand. The why so unclear.
Immortality running, racing trough my veins.
And then, there she stood.
Perfectly alive. How could I not see her. Feel her. Taste her.
But how long could I stay?
The pain to know, that to stay with her forever would mean take away all she is.
The pain to know, that to live forever without her would be useless.
The fear to know, that what comes next, is the unknown.
What can I do? I can not, I must not abandon you.
She carries within her soul, my life.
What can I do?
Please death... Give back my mortality, and I shall be yours forever.

Lament.

She's got good reasons to go,
but she wants to stay,
because she knows.
There's nothing more she would want
then to fly away
never to return.

Nobody knows
she's got to go.
And nobody cares
that she's got stay
with you.

She knows your the right so wrong.
But who knows what you have is all a lie.
The sea is waiting for her imperfect soul.
When you will you know
that there too much to linger,
when you in despair.
I've tried singing to you to make you understand.
But you seem to cover your ears every time I say a word.

So tell me, please tell me when
will you poison me enough to let me die.

Tired of you

I didn't really think that Ignoring You could be such a drag.
I'm just tired, that's all. We all said some things we regret. Or at least that's what we say. You heard me scream, loudly at you. And you screamed back. That night just keeps rolling back on my mind. I can't push it off, and goddammit, it hurts.
I'm tired, that's all.
I'm tired, that every single thing, has something to do with you. Fuck it, I want to be free. I'm so tired of all this... I can't resist revolving every thought I have into something that has to do with you.
I don't want to drink this poison anymore. Please, just go. But wait, don't go. I'm addicted. So addicted.
I need to be locked up in an Asylum. Now.

Blog change.

Mudei de template e mudei o nome do blog, agora, em vez de ser um ponto final, agora irá chamar-se .A fearless Scream, porque precisava de uma mudança. Porque eu também preciso de uma mudança.

Black Queen

Oh there she is,
sitting in her throne of black blood.
Cliche all the way.
If you can see her, she'll fell you.
Strip you of your defenses and slashing your mind.
Feed of their blood as she advances against something you believe in.
Ripping apart your fading resistance.
Her body summons the demon in you.
Little did you know, she's just like you.
Cutting wings and with her black lips
she seals your fate.
So my black phantom, seal her fate
Because she can see right trough you.

. Jealous .

What does she have that I don't?
A straight nose?
A pretty face?
I don't know why he likes her.
I mean, she's got nothing to do with him. She doesn't even understand his pain.
Not that I would, since I'm busy with mine.
But I need to get the reason why... It's still an enigma to me...
Not that I care much, but it's things like these that make me go crazy over the night.
Because all the reason is gone.

Dull

Work, buy, die.

Fake smiles to light up the day.

A Short Tale

This is just a tale... A memory of another being, probably long, long gone...


There once lived this girl, oh! But no! She was no girl! She was just a puppet! Poor poor puppet girl. She was in love with her master! And every night, wile begging to be a real girl, she danced around on the table where he had left her after her shows. The kids loved her, oh yes they did! But the poor puppet girl did not want some child's attention, she wanted her lover, her master, the true master of her heart. One of those nights, wile she was carelessly dancing on the table near a photo of her master, Oh what an unfortunate fall she took, right down the table! As she hit the ground, my! What a pleasant surprise! She had become what she wished for the most, a real girl! "Oh! No more strings!" She though to herself, almost drowning in her newfound joy. As quick as a doll can, she raised herself from the ground, assured that her loved one would love her as soon as he put his eyes on her. She ran, ran out the door, with a smile no doll can ever make. But her happiness soon found it's end, for her loved one was standing right next to the door, kissing a stranger. "A stranger! A complete STRANGER! A woman that took my one and only, with a simple kiss on his lips!" Desperate and devastated, she headed for the roof of a nearby building, ignoring the remarks and looks that people nearby gave her, probably because the way she was dressed. She went up the stairs, thinking, enjoying that feeling, the feeling of the end. The End. So bright it was out on the sun! The first and the last time she would see it, how delightfully ironic. So, as she closed in on the edge of that rooftop, she sang once more, the song she always sang.
"Counting the invisible star, shining at the top of my hill. Oh no here comes Hell, waiting for my health to be no more." Then down goes the doll, song and all.
The End.

Fuck

That is all really, fuck you, fuck me, fuck everyone else.
I'm fucking sick of this shit, I feel like snapping right in everyone's fucking face.
I just know I HAVE GOT to be good at something.
Oh I remember! I'm good at writing! ... No, wrong again I see.
Oh I know! I'm good at being a friend! ... No, wrong again I see.
Oh wait! I'm good at photography! ... No, wrong again I see.
I do not need no comfort from your words, they are what made me see that I am of no use.
I need no hugs, no kisses, no physical contact.
What I need is realization.
I see all my friends have something they are appreciated for. And I don't have any.
Not a single talent to stand out from the crowd. And god knows I don't want to blend in.
I'm sick of all this. JUST SICK.

Show me...

Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love Show me love

Noite no Circo

Oh! Olha para ela! Como ela se equilibra nas mais finas cordas! Que bela ilusão! Terei então, de a ver cair... Cair.. Cair... Despedaçada.

Balança-te balança-te! Eles gritam... Gritam... Gritam... Mas que posso mais fazer? Não, não, não... Está aqui algo... Sim. É o publico. Ele grita grita grita. Mas esperem... Ele não me está a aplaudir por conseguir balançar! Sim, sim, sim... Ele grita por sangue. Pelo MEU. Oh, mas, se o publico pede... Porque não? Vivo para o espectáculo. Será que devo também morrer por ele?

If you touch her... What will happen?

Relato de uma criatura da noite.

O principal problema é a sociedade, é ela o cancro que não nos permite desenvolver, prende-nos com a força de um titã. Mas não existe cura... Pois ninguem ainda percebeu que está doente, a morrer de uma doença nem ainda detectada.
Prende-nos a uma falsa felicidade e segurança, a um mundo fechado e complexado.
Onde está a verdade? Perdida certamente não está, mas onde? Ninguem liga a verdade! Os que a procuram são ridicularizados e pisados. Esqueçemo-nos dos nossos principios, os que ainda os lembram, são postos de parte.
Este mundo vai, e está a morrer. E ninguem quer saber, ninguem o irá parar.


AS NOSSAS ORIGENS CÉLTICAS ESPERAM-NOS, PARA ESMAGAR A SOCIEDADE E RECOMPENSAR OS OPRIMIDOS.