Asthisasthat

Who then, has an idea of the time,
Was it me?
Who’s fault?, Because when the grass reaches the sky, and it will, oh yes, it will… I will be with the guy with the lantern, using it as a gun for the mighty kings....

If I could remember,
the irony behind,
of the cruel landscape,
the horn on the mountain
and the light from the sea,
The laughter of a cube, the incredible guest in the castle,
and the iron that started the banging..

The voices, the voices – he murmured when he started shaking his head –

Just forget the damn boy!, you didn’t do it Earl, it was the destiny, just like in October... Octobeer!

...what can I say, what can I see, but only bright darkness all around me...

It’s just a lie!, a vicious lie, one that has misery written all over it… but why?, why did it have to come from you,

But, but what do they want?, can’t they just forgive... can’t they?

You have one little sick mind, you do know it, and you can’t stop the suffering.. suffer they say, with their empty sockets instead of their eyes, instead of life, life that was gone the moment I knew, I knew it aaaall...

The cat didn’t blink once.