Tuesday, January 2, 2007

- Introduction -

"This is the holy shrine for a mere mortal
His birth before his time has never been prophesied
His presence certainly is not meant to be noticed
His name beyond his time will never be mentioned"

"This is not the story of a hero
More probably of a ghost
And like all the living things
He came from the planet
And in case no divine force will intervene
Will ultimately return to it"

"In the hope that his existence could not be in vain
Maybe for vindication, or just for vanity
Some words will be written
By the only one that vaguely knows this ephemeral character"

"Just a black figure in the mist....
....melancholy melody singing for the myth....
....silenced whispers roaming away with the wind....
....formless shaped in the depths that the night brings...."

"A mystery to the others, stranger to the self....
....invisible, hollow, concealed from human sight...
....hidden well it is the horror which engulfs his soul in the night....
....unknown in this world of sin, unaware of the fate of his....
....faded from the earth, vanished to another place."

"Murky masquerade faking his face....
....behind a mask that he sculpted....
....hiding the scars from a time that he vividly remembers....
....concealing a visage already raped by the memories of long ago....
....head laying low in shame....
....head held high in guilt....
....dying and inanimate....
....swinging in some dead tree."

"It was spring when another baby child was born
Crying and screaming
Reluctant to come into this world
Still unaware of the faith of his
Weak little child.... ....lost-fated kind....

Where is the womb of his seed?
Where is the mother of this son?

Years passed by and his brother had already passed away....
Years passed by and another tales have been revived....
Legends of demons and spirits that haunt....
Stories of betrayal and theories of conspiracy....
Inside the ears of a pure child were whispered....

Where is the womb of his seed?
Where is the mother of this son?

Twenty more winters and his dreams had already faded
Twenty more winters and this child were pure no more
Ruthless ego and a self blinded by tragedy
Conflictual personality and unstable mood
Into the mind of a poor waif were manifested

Where is the womb of his seed?
Where is the mother of this son?"

"He dreamt he was a person
He dreamt he was a phantom
He dreamt he was a loner
He dreamt he was a lover
He dreamt he was a friend
He dreamt he was a foe
He dreamt he was a freeman
He dreamt he was a madman
He dreamt he was a patient
He dreamt he was a psycho
He dreamt he was a doctor
He dreamt he was a delirious
He dreamt he was a insane
He dreamt he was a inmate
He dreamt he was a sane
He dreamt he was a saint
He dreamt he was a child
He dreamt he was a waif
He dreamt he was a wisher
He dreamt he was a sinner
He dreamt he was a killer
He dreamt he was a ripper
He dreamt he was a stubborn
He dreamt he was a stabber
He dreamt he was a raped
He dreamt he was a raper
He dreamt...and he thought
He would be
All of this
But none of this was real."

"In his veins run the poison of sorrow....
Ruthless and merciless....
Slowly flowing....
Firmly entangled in his blood....
Keeping him alive but burning him inside....

In his depths glows the fire of pain and rage....
Freezing his soul as the coldest ice....
Blackening his body as the darkest shadow....
Heating his eyes as the hottest star....

In his mouth no word can be heard....
Sealed shut with nails of cruelty....
To forever trap inside all the evils of the earth....
To never let the outer world remember what they did to him....

But his suffering may save him when the skies will shatter the earth....
But his pain may spare him when the Mighty will shake the world...."

"Shadows and figures out of desperation
Shades and figments of his imagination
Mumble incoherently trying to speak with him
Telling him about their thoughts and confessions
But revealing too their identities
(Mis) fortune tellers talking about the origin of the universe
And the omen of the end of all things
Leaving behind only tears and sighs
Vanishing with a fading smile
Disappearing just like in a dream"

"In the dark corners of his heart
Rests a silent force
Aware of the corruption
That had defiled his body
A sleeping guardian
Bringing both salvation and desolation
To save him from his will
Hurting him if needed:

Reddened eyes
Blackened face
Sarcastic smile
Sharpen dagger
Waiting in the shadows to awake

Invulnerable Powerful
Ruthless unmerciful
Mind produced
Ultimate resource
Making him suffer
Making him safer"

"For all the dreamless nightmares....
....and for all the hopeless nights....
....the past before his time was perpetually unfortunate....
....He is the descendent of madness....
....He is the son of the insane....
....will he share their heritage?....
....will he own their lineage?"

"From previous battles and pages of history that now remain forgotten, he holds deep scars.... ....severely wounded from tempestuous times, these marks are a permanent remembrance of his past to forever be attached to his soul, but none could ever foreseen this chain of events, and nothing could ever postpone its consequences.... and because too many tears were spilled, and rage torn his heart apart, drying his eyes blind and making his soul divided.... ........if you touch these scars, it will make him bleed, but it will never ever make him cry.... it will make him tremble, but it will never make him crumble...."

"He lost so many things.... ....but he lost something else........he lost one of his blood.... ....the soul that he barely knew.... ....the one that died in that terrible accident.... ....the accident that took so much of him.... ....the one that he remembers no more....

Once he was half blooded of him
Now he had gone to the desert of lost souls....
Once he was vivid and alive
Now he had just returned to the planet...."

"Unscathed secrets and unsettled mysteries lie hidden in some uncharted island which will never be unearthed....
Compromising skeletons and compelling intentions are held in a coffin which shall forever be confined...."

"At night in the streets and alleys
He sees only what is beyond reality
Not people nor animals
Not demons nor angels
Just visages without masks
Just figures without disguises
Some are black others are bright
Some are red others are blue
Putridity or purity
At the sight of visages or figures
Hatred or fear
Hidden by no masks nor disguises"

"He is gone now.... gone to war.... war with himself
With lots of guns, grenades and all the gore
With the bombs, the bullets and all the blood
He is gone now.... ghost, little waif.... warrior by himself
With lots of scars, slashes and all the sorrow
With the cuts, the cries and all the carnage
He is gone now.... gone away.... where is none but himself
With lots of bodies, bones and all the butchery
With the craters, the cracks and all the coffins.
He is gone now.... ....gone astray.... ....what has become of him?"

"The look of eyes hurts him more than a stab of a knife
The smile of someone reminds him of something evil
The hug of a beloved one engulfs him in a lacquering fire
The touch of a hand on his skin petrify his mourning heart
The kiss of passion freezes his lungs to ice
But he is more than you can see
But he is more than flesh and bones
But he is more than fear and berserk
But he is more than a loveless loner
But he is more than what pain has made of him
And there is more beyond what his willing to give
And there is more beyond, if you are worthy to take"

"Do you want to see him?
Do not stare at him
But look for within
Do you want to know him?
Do not talk to him
But listen to within
Do you want to love him?
Do not kiss him
But reach for within"

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