Post by Dio Muerte on Apr 23, 2007 18:03:34 GMT -5
Nothing but nothing. Light doesn't exist. Out for a walk probably, a long walk. Or it could had just been aborted from this house, this section. A voice emerges softly and slowly, like your favorite grandma.
Dio Muerte I'm still not over it, Banks. Not now, not ever. Time is suppose to heal, like a band aid, like gauge, like that shit that tasted nasty that moms told you to drink up but you didn't want, cause it tasted like ass. But, it did the reciprocal of its original purpose. It worked against me or did it. I sat in darkness, time passed, I still stayed in the darkness. I was the masked version of a certain mobster. Now, I heard things in the dark. I seen things in the dark. Felt things. I became the dark. My appearance no longer bared a meaning to me. At times Banks, I forgot I was there. I forgot I WAS CONNECTED TO MYSELF! BANKS, I FORGOT HOW TO BREATH! I always remembered how to think. That's all I had, my thoughts. I played the match in my head. I played the days before the match in my head. My mind was the projector. My brain was then film. My thoughts, the critic. Oh believe me Banks, I was a pitchfork. Your moves, your routine, I know it. Memorized forever in me. My tank top, my mask, my scars that you left, they know you. I've adjusted myself to you. Accustomed like the lizard, changing his body, being one. Predators can't see it. He escapes from the clenches of death, through the gift of evolution. That's what I've done. Darkness took me to a transition. Your tactics, I know them all now. Sleep will not exist to me. After Thomas and I face. After I see the Foundation feel what I felt. I'll return to my darkness. I'll leave my darkness, my home, my lover again, to meet you in a rematch. Till then, stay happy.
A deep sigh creeps in like the old grandma with the wicked smile and she just always happened to be there watching you move.
Dio Muerte : (BLEEP) WARM COOKIES! Forget the blankets. Forget the milk. Hospitality doesn't exist. Friendship. Thats all a myth. Friendship got me stabbed. Respect got me stabbed. Loyalty got me stabbed. It was worth it. See Thomas that's something you'll never understand. Myth or reality, I fight for it, because, that's exactly what it is. A fight, that's what life is. It's what I understand. You have no idea how to do so. You have no way of living, you fail at life, because fighting is absent from your vocabulary. You always relied on the outside force. Never trust no one, you idiot. People turn, people always turn. The destination is never a straight road, people don't get to their ambitions by going straight. IT'S AMERICA BABY! The American Dream is received through stepping on the little people. It's not even in America, people from all over the world try to receive "The American Dream" Your friend Darko knows that, you do too. It's only about time until he turns on you.
A sick laugh
Dio Muerte : See to every rule, there is something come to an exception. Now you know that word. Now, you are an exception to this exception. It applies to only two people in this world. Me and someone you know dearly. So us two will play Montague's you two will play Capulette's. Now isn't this a "Certain Romance?" See Thomas, you need to take off the "Dancing Shoes." The battle armor comes on, the cleats comes on, wield the sword! We'll drink the poison. The four of us! We'll die in combat, fall in the ring, fighting to the end. Drinking the poison.
Wait.
I play Montague, he never did really drink it, just playing opossum. Then again, I am smarter then him, I'll see her body lifeless, I won't be attached. He, the one you know dearly, him. He might be attached, he might have the "Curtains Close" in "Mardy Bum" fashion. Regardless how this ends, you and your "Scummy" friend will be left in the ring, and this Montague will be leaving in a "Riot Van" Or I can just catch the "Choo Choo" Train, "Leaving Before the Lights Come On" in your head and your partner. During my departure, "Fake Tales of San Fransisco" Can play over and over and over again in your heads.
So till then, I'll let you two "Brianstorm" and let you two "Enjoy the View from the Afternoon" Something I don't know. Just the darkness, I know.
When May first hits, you'll just be a monkey stuck in the Arctic.
It's too dark to fade, so it just
Cuts
Dio Muerte I'm still not over it, Banks. Not now, not ever. Time is suppose to heal, like a band aid, like gauge, like that shit that tasted nasty that moms told you to drink up but you didn't want, cause it tasted like ass. But, it did the reciprocal of its original purpose. It worked against me or did it. I sat in darkness, time passed, I still stayed in the darkness. I was the masked version of a certain mobster. Now, I heard things in the dark. I seen things in the dark. Felt things. I became the dark. My appearance no longer bared a meaning to me. At times Banks, I forgot I was there. I forgot I WAS CONNECTED TO MYSELF! BANKS, I FORGOT HOW TO BREATH! I always remembered how to think. That's all I had, my thoughts. I played the match in my head. I played the days before the match in my head. My mind was the projector. My brain was then film. My thoughts, the critic. Oh believe me Banks, I was a pitchfork. Your moves, your routine, I know it. Memorized forever in me. My tank top, my mask, my scars that you left, they know you. I've adjusted myself to you. Accustomed like the lizard, changing his body, being one. Predators can't see it. He escapes from the clenches of death, through the gift of evolution. That's what I've done. Darkness took me to a transition. Your tactics, I know them all now. Sleep will not exist to me. After Thomas and I face. After I see the Foundation feel what I felt. I'll return to my darkness. I'll leave my darkness, my home, my lover again, to meet you in a rematch. Till then, stay happy.
A deep sigh creeps in like the old grandma with the wicked smile and she just always happened to be there watching you move.
Dio Muerte : (BLEEP) WARM COOKIES! Forget the blankets. Forget the milk. Hospitality doesn't exist. Friendship. Thats all a myth. Friendship got me stabbed. Respect got me stabbed. Loyalty got me stabbed. It was worth it. See Thomas that's something you'll never understand. Myth or reality, I fight for it, because, that's exactly what it is. A fight, that's what life is. It's what I understand. You have no idea how to do so. You have no way of living, you fail at life, because fighting is absent from your vocabulary. You always relied on the outside force. Never trust no one, you idiot. People turn, people always turn. The destination is never a straight road, people don't get to their ambitions by going straight. IT'S AMERICA BABY! The American Dream is received through stepping on the little people. It's not even in America, people from all over the world try to receive "The American Dream" Your friend Darko knows that, you do too. It's only about time until he turns on you.
A sick laugh
Dio Muerte : See to every rule, there is something come to an exception. Now you know that word. Now, you are an exception to this exception. It applies to only two people in this world. Me and someone you know dearly. So us two will play Montague's you two will play Capulette's. Now isn't this a "Certain Romance?" See Thomas, you need to take off the "Dancing Shoes." The battle armor comes on, the cleats comes on, wield the sword! We'll drink the poison. The four of us! We'll die in combat, fall in the ring, fighting to the end. Drinking the poison.
Wait.
I play Montague, he never did really drink it, just playing opossum. Then again, I am smarter then him, I'll see her body lifeless, I won't be attached. He, the one you know dearly, him. He might be attached, he might have the "Curtains Close" in "Mardy Bum" fashion. Regardless how this ends, you and your "Scummy" friend will be left in the ring, and this Montague will be leaving in a "Riot Van" Or I can just catch the "Choo Choo" Train, "Leaving Before the Lights Come On" in your head and your partner. During my departure, "Fake Tales of San Fransisco" Can play over and over and over again in your heads.
So till then, I'll let you two "Brianstorm" and let you two "Enjoy the View from the Afternoon" Something I don't know. Just the darkness, I know.
When May first hits, you'll just be a monkey stuck in the Arctic.
It's too dark to fade, so it just
Cuts