But it was smiling and I was not.
Where darkness and nightmares reign
Behind the smokescreen there are angled branches forming a spectral landscape. Owl's hooting is no longer heard because of other animals' howling. A shiver runs down you back when you realize there's something else. Darkness takes hold of your heart, ceasing to see clearly the difference between reality and the worst of the imaginations, nightmares. Enjoy this feeling, join the world of lost souls and try not to miss along the way.
viernes, 13 de marzo de 2015
Than me
I looked at the mirror and just saw It. Devilishly bigger than me, darker than me, more evil than me,
But it was smiling and I was not.
But it was smiling and I was not.
martes, 11 de noviembre de 2014
Forgive me
Just midnight...
I'm walking alone in this grey building.
I can't remember... why am I here?
My clown... my little toy is crying. It's crying blood tears.
Why?
I don't understand.
I'm sitting on the floor. Does it have to be cold?
I can't feel it.
Baby clown, baby clown... if I sing, maybe, you could open your eyes, your bloody eyes. Baby clown, baby clown.
Why all this blood? Something is giving me pain, in my chest.
I'm cleaning you, my little clown, with my white dress... the blood is not yours, isn't it?
Ah...you...please, sir, help me! I don't know where I am.
Sir? Please! Can you see me? Please!! I'm begging you...
Again alone, in this grey building. There is people who pretends I'm not here. Why...
Mum, Dad!!! Where are you? I miss you too much!! Where are you, where are you, where are...
This blood...is mine? Clown, little clown, is it mine? But nothing is hurting me...
Miss!! Please, little woman, can you help me? No, no...nooo!!! Don't go out, don't run!! Please!!!
Why, why, why...
Mummy... You have left me here... Am I not good? Am I not a good girl? Please, mummy, come back with me...
It's not my fault. I didn't do anything. You scared me, daddy. That's the reason I run away. Forgive me, daddy, I wouldn't do that. Just... I was afraid, so afraid.
I'm pretty sure my home is here, in this grey building. But nobody can see me. My dad and my mum are not here... And the blood is here, in my head. And in my clown's head. He is my friend.
How along do I have to stay here? When are they going to forgive me? I didn't see the stairs and I fell down. Sorry...I already know I shoudn't run.
I'm walking alone in this grey building.
I can't remember... why am I here?
My clown... my little toy is crying. It's crying blood tears.
Why?
I don't understand.
I'm sitting on the floor. Does it have to be cold?
I can't feel it.
Baby clown, baby clown... if I sing, maybe, you could open your eyes, your bloody eyes. Baby clown, baby clown.
Why all this blood? Something is giving me pain, in my chest.
I'm cleaning you, my little clown, with my white dress... the blood is not yours, isn't it?
Ah...you...please, sir, help me! I don't know where I am.
Sir? Please! Can you see me? Please!! I'm begging you...
Again alone, in this grey building. There is people who pretends I'm not here. Why...
Mum, Dad!!! Where are you? I miss you too much!! Where are you, where are you, where are...
This blood...is mine? Clown, little clown, is it mine? But nothing is hurting me...
Miss!! Please, little woman, can you help me? No, no...nooo!!! Don't go out, don't run!! Please!!!
Why, why, why...
Mummy... You have left me here... Am I not good? Am I not a good girl? Please, mummy, come back with me...
It's not my fault. I didn't do anything. You scared me, daddy. That's the reason I run away. Forgive me, daddy, I wouldn't do that. Just... I was afraid, so afraid.
I'm pretty sure my home is here, in this grey building. But nobody can see me. My dad and my mum are not here... And the blood is here, in my head. And in my clown's head. He is my friend.
How along do I have to stay here? When are they going to forgive me? I didn't see the stairs and I fell down. Sorry...I already know I shoudn't run.
jueves, 25 de septiembre de 2014
Come with me
I can
embrace the darkness, I can feel your pain.
You
are alone in this grey world. She is alone too. They are alone too.
But
sometimes the nightmares give us the opportunity to show our souls,
our spirits.
I'm
here, in the cemetery, waiting for you.
Would
you like?
I
don't want this__ please, come with me.
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