their presence even as dawn arrives.
see them everywhere.
are the ones who have fallen for my hand.
are white, ghostly shapes who transcends
faces for an instant before floating out
recognize every one of those faces.
they appear in my dreams at night…
the cold draft of death swirl around me.
have set the rules for this game and I am
master in the dark, silent shadows
owns ultimate power.
was I not wiser?
found a man who had the capacity
feel and didn`t yet know it.
created a "monster" and now it has
on it`s "creator"!
did I not see this forthcoming?
nothing more than a statue who seemed to belong
the world of the living.
one day the clear yellow liquid did not flourish in his veins.
little ampule had fallen onto the floor and instantly
itself to a little wet pile filled with tiny parts
it`s content no longer held back the flood of strange things
he sensed was emotions.
he no longer was a statue.
was A MAN.
man that lived to the outmost point of living and who was not
to be stopped.
by any other human, nor by the very state itself for it
crumble and vaporize into nothingness now that
no longer stood by it`s side.
was mesmerized by the slightest hint of emotion
he would gladly pay whatever the price to see
itself rejuvenated in the hollow shells that
on the streets of Libria......
walk with you.
cannot see what you see.
cannot feel what you feel.
your presence has been erased from this world.
I am left alone with a dilemma in my mind.
I be Father`s weapon against the Underground?
shall I turn and become a champion in that world?
Dilemma, dilemma, dilemma...
so much love, there is so much hate,
they not been eradicated to this date?
are banned, because they create too much problem
Yet I am
intrigued by their presence, and they fill all of my senses.
know that they are worth fighting for, and I will not leave
until he is bleeding and is sour.
I was His
instrument towards the Underground, but now I am his
enemy and I am no longer by His will bound.
Men in black
come at night, they may come at dawn and I
am the dying swan.
They are dressed in midnight black with faces carved out
of rock, leaving no hint of any thought.
But there is one in that human wave of death which hasen`t
made up his mind just yet.
Then there is still hope for humanity that is becomes critical
of the ones in power and regains it`s sanity.
There is darkness all around me,
even though my desk is fluorished
in the purest of light.
But no mortal can see the darkness,
For it only exists in my mind.
The darkness are the black
cloak that I have allowed
to be pulled over my head,
to shield my eyes from
But now I have awaken,
awaken in triumph in the
face of yet another day.
I live, I breath, I feel.
Now that I know it,
can I really take it?
Is it really worth the price?
I pay it gladly…..
In dark cloath they ascend
down the stairs.
Father`s elite number.
There can not exist any human
being that would take these
For they are a terror to meet
One can NOT achieve victory
against a Tetragrammaton agent,
one can only loose horribly.
One cannot wish for any mercy,
for they do not know it.
They are Father`s uncomprimising servants,
the most gruesome foe that you can ever have.
So pray that they will not locate you,
for there are really no words that can
tell of the fate you would suffer.
- Electra Montoya
At What Prize Freedom?
The echoes of his guilt
resonated in his head
had his freedom but he wished for death
bloody vengeance but many dead friends
led a revolution with out a soul
dead best friend he’d never known
rotting wife he hadn’t love
was a hero the people cried
missed the lover he never had
one sweet kiss that was now marred
smell of burning flesh that cut his heart
Rasa he dared and hoped
all he saw was death and gore
what prize freedom, He asked himself
all he wanted was gone in flames
hated feelings, he missed his drug
went quite crazy one rainy night
burn himself just like old days
never mentioned he went insane
in his memoirs a lie he wrote
prize of freedom he said
worth all things even your loved one’s death