:: Tod und Leben ::
come forth with dilated pupils, trembling hands and heavy feet; refrain from bringing inside your heart, liver and mind.__these dark walls are not to be mistaken for your self-imposed barriers, this filth and humidity are not to be interpreted as your tears, this life must never be thought of as your own.
hours passed without my paying heed to them, and with the ever present motion of the capsules came the silence i was once submerged in, the silence i thought i longed for; an echo, a voice, the reminiscence of the beauty i was allowed in what now appears extremely far, the remembrance of the feel of human touch.__i stood still where i landed, imposibilitated to utter a word, to overlap the pain with simplistic cavilations, isolated with the skull within my eyes; water began to come down in a manner equatable with my lust for living, accelerated torrents washed down the pain and confusion leaving me only with the acrid smell of the decay i've been made into.
i gave them my blood, they took it knowing
that it meant nothing, they drank it carelessly, fattening themselves with my
life, leaving me sore and swollen, marked for-ever with a million scarlet blemishes.__and then a swift blow and seven fell under my fist, not a sound, no regrets, no more of me
flying away from myself.
stand back with contracted pupils, steady fists and swift feet; keep to youself your heart, liver and mind.__this glass tunnel is the only subterfuge, no more water is to come; life is soon to be recovered.
coming in through my ears::Climbing up the walls/Radiohead