DCLXVI ROCK
MUSA
>And I died. And I remember not why, when, where or how my life I lost. I can see nothing. I can see nothing. I can see nothing. There is nothing that I see, yet there is something that calls for me painstakingly. And years pass like seconds. And after centuries, I experience a vision in the void.There is something without actually being, and I know what I know thanks to a primordial knowledge that comes straight from my soul, for I no longer am matter. And everything that looks fathomable is not. Nothing is what I say or thought back then.
In her hand lies a fragment of blackness,
it is her part, her very own shred...
In the night's starry sky, she lies there forgotten.
She tightly embraces a guitar in her pale arms,
while her fingers are barely tinkering its strings...
She knows well that no notes can be heard,
for the humans no notes ever hear... for light has driven them blind...
"Come with me, the Stairway I'll show...
not to you, but to your mind and thee soul...
I will tear apart whatever you know,
and in the stone I will let you fall..."
She sung and she's still singing...
"Come with me, there is a Child in time,
he will ask you the reason why,
why darkness forgotten cries,
why are walls like borders raised,
why there lies nothing betwixt,
and the reason of being..."
It is raining, there is just frost...
her uncovered body is shaking all...
It is ruined, her unholy voice,
after singing and crying and wasting it all,
to humans that listen not...
She is, like she claimed she was, another corpse...
"Come with me, Break on through...
forget the lessons the educated taught...
somewhere and nowhere you have to belong...
there are fiends in the way to your home...
so remember the sword in your ghost,
and call out your beast..."
>Her words were floating in some Erebus unknown. Even though I did not know I had a Soul or something similar, I felt half my immaterial existence trembled as I heard. There was a climax. That part was getting more and more insane, but there was also some kind of strange familiarity added to the words. They were matching to its own nature, and then I knew that I had something like a Soul, and that its half, surely its darkest part, was reacting to the words.
"Come with me, just come with me,
and listen my song, for no time remains,
it is too late, this night is my last,
the winters and summers have passed,
the hours in the hourglass broken fly,
the aeons of light my body raped by dawn,
near the East, where old gods still rule the world.
Near The wall... oh, I Wish you were here...
to Catch my rainbows, in the Crossroads..."
>And then something inside my existence faded. A pain with incredible gravity crashed my soul. I felt human, even though I was nothing. The pain called back my deepest emotions and a sense of being mortal. I could think. I could feel emotions that would be related to the passions of the body. I thought about Fate and Divinity, I thought about reasons of living and the mystery of death. I thought about dreaming and becoming insane. I thought about others and about memory and beliefs and the future. It was then I realised I had -for a moment after death- forgotten that I was once a Human.
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