You act a pansy, pushover. Do live your fancy, go lower. Who's that, someone says your name. You seem chancy, moreover. . The call is mine. I'm gonna get you up.
Broken frames. Shattered glass. Like a monochrome film. The replaceable background. Flickers and dissolves. Out of control. . There's no sense,. It's all Volt, Ampere and Ohm.
I can't see. In the flicker light's quiet frequency. I was briefly interrupted by the sound. Of your voice. . Now I can see. Why you turned away in disbelief.
Into a different kind of view. Not meant for human eyes. Everything's dark and fades away. This moment just opened my eyes, now I say:. I never knew anything felt like this.
Moving sideways through the sold photo. Slow figures flashing on tiptoe. Crashing cars on a blue tableau. Goes to show it wasn't everywhere. . No one steering, just an auto-move.
"Gaunt and gnarl'd. Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin' aghast,. And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast.". "Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside,.
He tries to see, although he can't. He tries, but doesn't understand. He calls on a different phone line. No one that he knows. . An out of focus acquaintance.
Now as I am to be bereft of my troth. I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind. Huxes like moisture through pores.
It's blurring out of sight. The faces flickering. In the tinsel light. On the esplanades. . Fluid and vanishing, dissolving. Hiding things in your room.
Der Spiegel,. In dem ich die Schatten seh';. Das schwarze Licht, welches mein Schlo verschliet. Und drauen, der Teufel und die schwarze Hexe:. Singendes, tanzendes ihm verfallenes Wesen..
"Meine Augen sind so dunkel,. "Gleichwohl hast Du Deine Augen versteckt. Auch sind die Visionen schwarz,. Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit;. Schwarz wie die Nacht;.
Here are the young men,. A weight on their shoulders. Here are the young men,. Well where have they been?. We knocked on the doors. Of hell's darker chambers.
Mobile phones. Commuter trains. The terminus is full of men. Crisscross network. Zigzag railway. The next stop is Waterloo. . White-collar timetable. 9 to 5 urban robot.
Head crash - I can't see you. Spit teeth - I can hear you. I feel your pounding me onto the street. I've learned to know the taste of concrete. Why don't you follow me?.
[Joy Division Cover]. . Here are the young men,. a weight on their shoulders. Here are the young men,. well where have they been?. We knocked on the doors.
Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. "Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance;. Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd.". "Ire of yore - bard of e'eryears -.
High-rise buildings. Low cost apartments. Financial district. Industrial area. Rows of blue collars. Steelworkers' clink-clang. Metal rhythm left and right.
Time is an abyss -. Profound as a thousand nights;. I sojourn my haste, I make respites. For what availeth this eager peace?. One step more naught to face,.
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return. She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;. Proffer'd to her his wauking heart, she turn'd it down,.
An artist is what is call'd the self the brush holdeth -. Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of tomorrow?. O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still passionless it quivereth.