His Blood:5

"You scatched me. Don't worry it's not as bad as bleeds."

I noticed I was bleeding, but I didn't feel much pain anyway.
Blood is the money of life.

"Blood is the fuel of the moon...
What do you think, very poetic, huh?"

I hugged her tighly and raised her, she leaned on me while the water gently washed away the shit and blood from our bodies.

A piece of the shower remained unwashed.
Stained with our filth.

I streched my hand.

"See this?
This is us.
Humans beings are made of this!"

As I smuttered some of it into my chest to stain it with the last drops of my fresh blood.

"HUMAN BEINGS ARE NOTHING BUT SHIT AND BLOOD.
Everything else is but a deception of senses.
We are but animals that can pose as civilized beings, but in the end we all come down to blood and feces.
Have you gone past the point where these things feel different and repulsive?
Inside of you, lies a pool of feces, fermenting, waiting to be expelled.
And it is thanks to the blood that you are alive.
Don't reject these, they are part of you!

She looked somewhat disgusted, but I could see it, inside her, something was changing, she was trying to overcome that sense of disgust.


"After all you could see it didn't you.
You saw it in my face!"

Her senses:4

I Breathe again. As everything else, it hurts to, but I breath anyway. Pain is not a sign of danger, it's a sign of life.
My consciousness came back slowly,
The first sense to come back was the smell, it was shit. Human feces.
The second sense, feeling. More shit, I was covered waist down in shit.
My ears came third:
"Life's full of shit, now you are partially alive, huh? Alive from the waist down would sound awkard." It was him.
My eyes were fourth, It was him.

Lastly I tasted,
I tasted blood.

"Why are you bleeding?"

His Hands:3

Now I could feel it, the coldness of her blue skin, it was all over my hands. As if I was holding ice, a beatiful snowflake. A fucking snowflake.
It was all so blurry, as if I was watching it from the outside. But when I really came to my senses, when I felt that coldness, that bitter cold feeling that reminded me of...

She started showing the usual symptoms, her shit covered all the tub, and her body was still spasming. At this point I had to turn on the shower, I carefully stood in the way of the water and her mouth so as to prevent her from swallowing any water. While I stood there, watching her face, I could only stare blindly at it, trying to understand what I had done.

"What you seen was my shadow, that construction of the self that handles all repressed thoughs. All things that are not suppossed to be there, others can't see this, others don't want to see it, because it scares them, because it shows how little they knew about me. It reminds them of that untrespassable gap between me and the others.
Yes, coming closer to each other hurts."

Interlude:A

I am but a piece of dirt, that has taken human shape.
I can only aspire to so little:
To die painlessly,
To die young and to leave a beatiful corpse,
so a fucked up mortician can enjoy my former body.

Her death:2

After a few seconds of silence, he stopped staring at me, he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me.
While being dragged I couldn't think of anything. We arrived the bathroom, and he commanded me to strip, again I couln't cleary decypher his intentions, I knew this wasn't sexual or anything, the enviroment was anything but erotic.
We were both naked and he told me to lay in the bath tub, he is now naked standing in front of me.

"Now, you will see it."

And he slowly descended upon me, his arms streched, he held my face and caressed me a little.

"I'm sorry, but you will understand me after this."

I was now anxious, anxious to understand him, and that need overcame my fear.
Close your eyes please.
I did as requested, before I would regret it.

Suddenly. His hands were around my neck, and they became tight, very tight.
"agh, ah, ah---" I could only mumble those vocals.
When I opened my eyes I fund myself engulfed by terror.
What I saw was not the one man I loved, but someone else, wearing a bizarre mask of him. A moment ago it was him, but now his expression had changed. His faced was distorted in a fixed frightening grin, and his eyes were piercing right trough me, as if unveiling an unknown deepness.

His Words:1

"No, it wasn't an accident."

That's all I could dare to say. I don't really know what to say to her, I know she's confused, and perhaps angry. I couldn't really figure out what would happen beyond this point.


"Do- don't try again anymore, please."
She said, so calm it took some time for me to asimilate it.
When she saw I understood her, she added "Wha- What would happen to me! Live for me. I'd do anything, so don't hesitate to ask." She was getting more and more emotional, however I saw no signs of tears."I said I love you..." she muttered in a very shy matter "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!" she screamed...

We were both shocked; she slapped me, she slapped out of my world.

Her face showed things I hadn't never seen in her or anyone.
Overall fear, desperation, anxiety and many more things I could not name. She was now on top of me.

"What it is that I can do to keep you with me? "
I'd normally say something along the lines of: "I can only do such thing" but I was surprised by the degree of the offering, like I'd had been given this power to grant any wish. I found it curious now, that she never asked me why, when or how.

Her Eyes: 0

And there we lay in bed.
Trying to sleep in the Moonless night.
And I noticed it very quickly, I noticed it very quickly because I had felt it before, I had witnessed it. He had a slight scar on his left fore arm.
It was a rather straight line across the forearm, I could tell it wasn't as deep as past scars just by touching it.

Aparently either he didn't matter me knowing such things or he was already asleep.

I had told him, I had told him thousand times. Live for me!
It didn't matter how long I knew him, there was always this side of him I was never able to understand.
Like staring at the moon, there's always a dark side you never see... I kept feeling around his arm, to get a more detailed idea of the wound...
Did I bore him? Was I unable to reach him?
Or perhaps I was just overreacting and it was an accident?

若い死者からのレクイエム (Wakai Shisha Kara no Requiem, Requiem From a Young Death)

若い死者からのレクイエム (Wakai Shisha Kara no Requiem, Requiem From a Young Death) by Ali Project

The top of the blue skin is oozing
I can see blood thats like a red meteor
what will you remember?
I have your heart, im not ready to wound your eyes
into even more profound pain
the terror of illusions

the generous anaethesia is rising
everybody is not already here on this night
like a soft whisper
your voice is wringing
a tricking drop of blood
from now, you sleep
into the inside of your darkness

is it so
that you can see the way out of the light?
from wanting to see it

if the world is ugly
then will it not be the people's happiness?
at the bottom of the shadow
you suffer from agony and the unbearable loneliness
will exceed and you will come to know
the transparent emotions

that sort of life is rising
your hands are separating
the exceeding scarcity but
I have remembered
the figure of a smiling face
from this, I will awaken
to the days of your tomorrow

before you
have died
as long as we have met
no matter how lonely you are
surely, i will give pay
to your warm hands
from carrying
onto such strong warmth

the gentle anaesthesia is rising
everybody is not already here on this night
like a soft whisper
your voice is wringing
a trickling drop of blood
from now, you are asleep
to the inside of your darkness

the way out of the light
and even I, will disappear
from you passing away


Majestic.
I wasn't honest. Or perhaps I didn't talk, I didn't want to ruin the moment. It's not that serious anyway. It will happen one day or another, its a matter of how much control does my shadow exercise over my conscious mind. The problem lies whetever I want to or not.
How much I fear, How much I feel.
Dance Macabre, Dance Macabre.

Where the fuck is the moon!

What point is there in writing for noone?
No even that, What point is there writing gibberish for noone?
No only noone will ever read it, but noone will never be able read it.

The rigor mortis that invades my mind,
is but a whisper,
a whisper that simple says:
"Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, Hurry."
My dearest reader.

Anxiety is not it.
Its expectation,
expectation unlike hope,
is waiting for something to happen.

Nonsense

This is Geezachu.

Weight: 21 grams.
Powers: Eh can throw lightings from his cheeks and isn't afraid of anything.
Thats right kids! Your two superheroes now at the price of one!!!!!1!one!!!



Dedicated to Julia.

Another dance

The need to end it all...
and the fear to let go...
sure you understand it...
you of all...
what to live for...
what not to life for...
what to feel.
what to escape from.
the caress of the cold air,
brushing through your hair,
is but a danger sign for me.
each thin thread is but a sharp blade,
willing to take my blood away.

How to then,
dance with the lady of blade hair,
how to find the whale's feather.
how to...

If feelings are re-affirmation of life,
if they are the signs that we are alive,
how come I feel this,
and when I choke,
when my eyes go red,
when I give out a last though,
when I turn blue,
when my body trembles,
when it spasms,
will those tiny, strong and cold hands of yours,
still hold my throat?
Or will you go on?

What to do.

When the last tear runs through my cheek.


To love life, to silence life.
To live with love, to live with silence, to love silence, to silence love.
To... and many more to's...

Meaning lies within.
"Those who look outside, dream...
Those who look inside, awaken..."