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.

2 AM

It's 2 AM dude. I can't sleep.
It's like somethings missing. And I bet no one really cares. I mean, I told you to come. Gave a cheap excuse. The most obvious I could find. The one I thought you would get. So I though.
So now, I stad alone. Facing only the loneliness of the night and the light of my lamp.
I really though you, of all people, would get it.
Thank you. This just shows me, that everyone was right when they told me people aren't what they seem.
An illusion.
I'm trying to keep it together. So hard.
It was SO obvious.
But what can I do? Now you left me alone. Facing the monsters alone. What can I do?
And you can't fool me. You WON'T fool me. I can see you don't try. Not even a bit.
I try, I swear I do.
Fool me if you will, but I can see right trough your empty lies.

Like the night... You approach. Carefully, you lie to me.
Believing in mistakes dreamed only by your selfish mind.
Drained from my cold sanity I refuse to escape.
And you screamed. So loud it hurt. So much.
Drain me of my life, you made the blood in my veins it has yet to stop hurting.

For I, AND ONLY I, AM THE GODDESS OF IMAGINARY LIFE.
FOR YOU, AND ONLY YOU ARE THE GOD OF ALL THE UNIMAGINABLE LIES.

For we will eventually end up killing our selfs... For only the soul can hear me... truly I am lost.
But does it matter? Oh yes, it doesn't. I forgot all you care is yourself.
IGNORE ME.
I can't take it anymore, that is enough...