May the coldness of the silver arcade of roses pierce your cold soul of eternal happiness and conceptual warmth to which I have ceded my submission. You need to be cold. You need to be susceptible of being soulless. You need to show your fierceness in your silver spirit of emotionless concept of roses. You need to let all the sparkling light of the roses hypnotize me into not acknowledging the pain that is about to come. Cage me into the cold arcade of your roses, where there is no existence nor inexistence. Cage me into the space in time where my real love will never cease its obedience to your domination. Sting my materialization with each of your nine heart shaped roses and let all the red taint your silver spirit of frozen void. And observe the reaction of the complex system when my red taints your silver. Observe how my death in red will feed your silver. Observe how your silver will start reviving my concept and run through my veins trying to recreate your concept in a stronger fundament of power. Observe how your silver will become red and how your silver spirit will be freed in an ocean of red. See how your coldness will start to burn so hard that you cannot bare it. And observe, how holding hands on the altar of freedom, your silver is drowning in our red. And how the pain that we feel is becoming more and more unbearable and how our tears are made of silver. Your silver arcade of nine heart shaped roses suffered the tragedy of the bullet. Your silver arcade of nine roses was the bullet. The bullet was within you. It was there where you left it the last time you attempted your liberation. Well hidden in framed happiness until I have transformed your silver into red. Drowning into the complexity of mixing red and silver, we are in constant preparation for our black. One framing to be warm and one framing to be cold. Two journeys that are clashing only at the red light. May the coldness of our silver bullet burn the red through which it will shape its path and may the black trail that shall be shredded fulfil our deepest desires of watering the nine roses – of keeping neither existence, neither inexistence. But just the sought after eternity of happiness bringing pain. (©OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=-nlDy6h-v9c
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 02:36:10 +0000
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