When speed was still

They grab me by the shoulders with promises of life and words, that ended by the painful stabbing in my chest… By the knife… and by the death of your dream, my dear…
you… who never lost hope in my recovery, and the salvation of my soul through the silence of God…
you… my sweet pearl of desire… my canvas of thoughts, my darkness in the grey of existence…
you… precious, tender you… were left alone…
Because the pleasure of being alive is slowly drifting from my senses – and as Orpheus is my star – so mistake is my fate…: Prophetic and fallacious…
The gothic meadows we calmly walked by as three, and the family we dreamed… were never real, nor disturbed by indifference…
...They stole my speed… and I was left still…
But alive… Alive to the useless routine and tediousness of life… Alone with you…
So… with all hope… I urge thy to kill me, my dear…
…and with tears… you do so, for the pleasure of angels and demons within the fable…
Death will bring us closer…
…And in death… our son still lives…
…Our son still plays…

A Soul in a Dream
(Successful Experience 002-19)

The grim future…a place where we will lose the authority to exist in face of the paradox of unexplained reason for reality…
The replacement will be made in the meta-linguistic world, through a series of experiences of soul transfer to poli-organic beings…
Metal will be fused with skin and pain – existing in the ever-present doubt of individuality, as an illusion or a fact…
Life…: The marvel presented by Lucifer, will be the first damnation…

- I strongly disagree!
The notion that we have no purpose in life but the search of perfection – and that this flawless goal is contrary to existence itself – is pointless…

- What do you suggest? Individuality in the form of interdependent selfishness…?
…That is suffering at present, and death in the future…

- Only if we don’t accept a purpose…

- Accept or create?
The illusion, and the illusion that we are not being eluded, is indistinct from the state of “must be” and confusion…
Life is selfishness, presented to those who have no choice… but to be born…
Let’s end this injustice…

- Even being a mistake… its product is already existing and among us…
Embracing it, will preserve a purpose and postulate possible happiness…
...As you said…: We have no choice but to be born…
So, what crime did we committed… if all are innocent?

- Innocent at first!
But what of the crimes that we can commit?
The one’s that make us grow in number…! Every day of every year…

- And what of the fallacious of this statement?
You could be right… This could all be hypocrisy, and pointless at best and useless at worst…
But if it was not for life, this discussion and the possible truth contained in her, would not be taken place and found…

- And why should it…?
…Why do we need the doubt…?

- It is a part of us… and you will need it, to subsist…

- No...!
Through others… I don’t need to be alive…