Que de douceur, que de naïveté...

Prés verts, fleurs jaunes, papillons aux couleurs chatoyantes...
Que de naïveté...

Paix dans le monde, amour sincère, amitié indestructible...
Que de naïveté sidérante...

Sidérante, écoeurante...
Ce magma immonde de stupidités ressemble étrangement à cette substance liquide et... "palpable" que regurgite l'Homme.

Ne sens-tu pas, stupide Être, cette odeur âpre ?
Cette puanteur,qui hante tes narines, ferait-elle donc partie de ton âme ?
Flagrante réalité...
Cette douceur, cette naïveté n'est que persona. Et c'est sous cette fausse naïveté que se cache hypocrisie, mensonge et bestialité.

Mais saches que sous ce masque, tu étoufferas.
Alors que ta propre vomissure obstruera tes orifices vitaux, tu chercheras, vainement, de retirer cet attirail.
Tu seras alors ton seul et unique Destructeur.

Will you ?
Take me as I am ?
Accept my past, my present, my future ?

Will you bind yourself to me for eternity and share my burden ?
Will you love me ?
Will you accept me... as I am... as I will always be ?

Will you make me live with no worries... Will you ?

Can you make me that eternal promise... ?

Is this what I am... ?
Is this what I've become ?

I realize now... My life was not meant to matter...
Hope has killed me...
I, who was desperatly looking for a sign... lurred myself into a deep, dark hole.
I am falling... An endless fall ?

No... Not endless... For I can see the bottom... Hence I see my end.

 

"It is when you feel free that you love"

It is when I heard this saying that I began to wonder.

Have I not once told you that I feel free when I'm with you... ?

 

"It is when you feel that you cannot go on that you love"

My mind continues to taunt me...

Is this not how I feel when you are not there... ?

 

"It is when you speak freely that you love"

My body and soul do not rest...

Have I not told you everything... ?

 

"It is when words are no longer needed that you love"

My heart now aches...

Have we not both always guessed each other's thoughts ?

 

O most precious reader...

O most precious friend...

I know not if these sayings are true,

Yet I do sense them in the most passionate way...

 

 

 

 

Have you not understood my pain ?

Have you not seen my hate ?

 

Did you expect two so different elements to share one and unique life ?

Did you hope to keep this love and devotion when there is so much suffering ?

 

Know that I hate you.

Know that the love I then felt towards you distorted into intense hatred.

 

You have made me a liar and a slut.

You have made me a murderer.

 

And I, blinded by foolishness, took the path you viciously showed me.

 

After ruining my despicable life once, you tried, and failed, to do it yet again...