Thursday, April 19, 2007
linkin park no album ga todemo hoshii desu yo
He lies to all. None was the wiser just a bunch of chain of fools. He came, he saw, he charmed and he conquer. He is the master till the end.
A mother slays her child to prevent the end of the world yet without knowing begin the first phase of Armageddon. The future came too late and dies in his mother's arm. Who say good always win and evil will tremble beneath it shadow. The price to pay never so great none could estimate so all underestimate and the tears that drop falls through the apparition that she could not even claim and the final world utter from his vanishing mouth break her heart and damn her soul.
Can you understand the pain; gravediggers digging way passed six feet and when abandon this huge cavity filled with water would collected nothing but flotsam and jetsam and occasionally a corpse would flow by and no matter how she yelled it will never be loud enough to reach heaven to reach his ear and so half way it shattered and falls and mixing with the rain filled and drown the heart.
Struggling to make sense to accept reality that what has been done cannot be undone yet failed and forever dwell in fantasy lost and doomed. Bystanders can only pity and even when they claimed they understand you can see in their eyes the uneasiness and guilt swinging alone side by side on a deserted playground. When the dog barks, the wolves’ answer instead seeming to say coming for you, we are coming for you!
They warned that the truth is better not known. But curiosity kills the cat and with unsteady hands pulls open the bag let it out and when regret it has already scramble away spreading its disease along the way. Thinking that she has chosen the right side upholding righteous only to be told that nothing was what it seem its all forgery nothing is genuine. Realising that the so called hero is nothing but a coward the fog lifted and when the truth came crashing down, it will be the final straw that break the camel back. Staring unbelievingly at the defeated figure who not so long ago dominated her life delivering so called justice that never seem so phoney and pretentious she planted the first seed for vengeance. Begging for forgiveness urging do you understand do you understand when all the while stunned as she was the only neon sign flashing burning red in her mind is: They knew! They knew!
Made a fatal decision innocent third party seek her out offering comfort and consolation to a heart in process of corruption and speeding towards the highway to a never ending obsession in administering the coup de grâce. Only realize that something was amiss when the hand upon the shoulder was shrug off and replying to his question of I wouldn't know what to do, the answer came, expressionless and toneless in the form of the mist of blood staining the wall and she said, but I do know what to do.
In order for one to survive, many must perish. Sacrifice has been made the only journey will be what lay ahead no turning back. If you don't believe it, its only because you couldn't accept that it could happened. The script has been amended the actors couldn't remember their lines and when the curtain lift, the audience stare at them they staring back till someone finally yelled 'wat up'. The villain, sitting among the angry crowd, munching an apple chucked at his own mischief. And because he look so human so innocent nobody knew that he is the culprit responsible for this hullabaloo.
Marching right into the demon den getting up close and personal face to face foes of century finally standing on the same line; filthy and sinister roll in blood. Lord of darkness Lord of files, in demonstrating my sincerity I bought you this…lump rolling leaving bloody trail behind and when finally still the children cheers.
When the last leaves falls blood will be spilled. That is the prophecy. Yet before it could be anticipated disaster already befalls on all. Countless graves, newly dug filled the cemetery. Rushing from funeral to funeral familiar faces brushes passed their shoulders almost touch. Less a few from this group add a couple to that group six degree of separation all ended up in the garden of remembrance hearing the monotonous chanting of ashes to ashes dust to dust. Silence broken when a child of six exclaimed real fun mum, real fun.
Got it? Got it?
Without sensation they called it numb. The skin broke and the bloods, soldiers marching in thin red line, crawl from the wound and drip on the floor. Ignore by the wounded smear by by-passer. Unforeseen circumstances when play out in another scenario with another type of actors it would be suck at greedily and disgustingly. Confined in the asylum is this group of widowers whose world are torn apart and forever covered in veil. Whispering their devastation in desperation demand falls upon deaf ear what they wanted to hear would never be deliver crying in vain. Dial up the psychic hotline instead of asking she kept repeating why asked when you already know the answer…why asked when you already know the answer.
The question of : how did it happened.
After it get so hopeless, after it get to the point of knowing no use kidding by saying tomorrow would be better, after corpses pile upon corpses litter and overflow every empty street corner, after the eyes cried till it blind, after the heart expire through excessive shock, after all of that, after every belief became disbelief, after faith became faithless, after each fairy tale ending got altered and ended with they suffered ever after, after each string of silver lining turn grey and then blacken and then vanish, finally gave up.
But persistent as she is, kept coming and coming. For once she had look upon this world that destroy her first and take a vow; never stop till the last breath has been taken the last drop of blood got soak up.
Turn of the century where the demons rules; she leading the pack.
Evil killed for pleasure, righteous killed in the name of justice. No matter who say what, blood will have to be shed. The villain could be the slayer, the villain could be the knight in shining armour. The villain forever dwelling in the grey area. Make me a proposal I couldn't deny, he leer, and salvation would be yours. None wanted the dice to be cast in that direction. Yet one did. Done deal.
Everything I do I rush through so I can do something else. So run run run. That's It? No, not that! Not that's it! It’s what. Its why. Its when. Its who. Its how. Its her holding tightly to the lifeless body rocking back and forth moaning : nonononononononononononononononono…NO!!!!
Its whose the winner and whose the looser. Its who you play against with.
Unable to comprehend suffocated by doubt hysterically crying: but we are fighting for justice trying to prevent the end of the world! Shouldn't that meant something! Shouldn't that meant something!
A poltergeist that happened to pass by, overhead this exclaimed couldn't help but laugh out loud and saying its which side you are standing on honey. And you are standing on the losing side. And that really did meant something wouldn't you say.
In this world, a human can be born with a foul demon heart. In another world a demon can be born with a human heart. Even though sympathize with this situation there are certain boundaries that couldn't be cross couldn't be meddle with, unfortunately this included. But harvesting a fool’s hope dreaming of the impossible visioning amity take a chance why not? Thus dragging what remaining humane he had discarding all warning sign crawl out of the sewage and trespassed into prohibited territory only to be slaughtered when sighted by a nerve cracking freshman first day on duty. The soldiers high five each others congratulate the green horn for a job well done. Unknowingly severing the last link between sanity and insanity. Any message that could be delivered burnt to ashes by this twist which once again proving that this game is always full of surprises. The sacrifice could only wait in despair for whatever would happen to happen.
While far far away high up in the tower, the red king smile and rest in peace counting down the days when trepidation would be unleashed once again.
Painappuru was brutally tortured... brutally murdered... on Thursday, April 19, 2007
