Drifting in the silvery despair of ice, I am forcing the cessation of the binding mist in seek for my lost vitality. Breathing the frozenness of the silver could not have leaded to anything else but heaviness, asphyxiation, blurriness and addiction. And I am willingly forcing myself to kill the silver. To relinquish each and every bit of its sprayed tentacles that are sustaining the bond. But why would I ever kill the pain. Pain is my food. Pain is happiness. Pain is the reason of my existence. But my pain was always controllable. I controlled the pain. I increased it. Saw it bloom. Saw it excruciate me. And when it reached its maturity, I took the black and white and transformed the pain into happiness by relinquishing the red. By a simple submission to your crucified domination of betrayed faith where the eastern light was the mighty protector and regulator of the pain. The pain of the silver is different. I cannot grasp my pain management ingredients. My white, black, red and eastern light. The power of your silver is more than daunting. In your sensuality, you have mixed my ingredients into a palette of silver in order to create your wonder world of eternal pain and frozen void that nobody can control anymore. Not even yourself. But your knowledge of my desires have made you trap me into that wonder world. Into the heaven of my conception. Into my idea of perfection. But your silver cannot be decomposed so that I can see my elementary ingredients. And this leads to one of my highest desires. I am taking in all the pain of the universe without having any way of managing it. And I enjoy my conceptual purgatory up to the point where my unknown limit will trigger myself preservation stasis. The mirror of shades will cover my entity from our wonder world and you will see what you want to see. But the mirror shall reflect your silver kisses towards your own entity and you shall be tainted with your own silver. You will feel the real pain of well built and reflected silver. And this pain will be totally unknown for you. Such emotions and real love are already new to you. I should have let the eastern light to stop your silver for good. But that would not have been real love. And when the mirror of shades shall project my pain towards your direction, I shall break that mirror and jump in front of the silver rays to protect your eternal sensual coldness. To give you the necessary warmth so that you can keep your silvery ice forever. (©OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=t8I9dJKBtpQ
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 09:36:59 +0000
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