Theme by nostrich.
Welcome to my morning… Welcome to my life… Welcome in and take a seat… Everybody in? OK, now we can begin… Let’s take a bow… The circus of horrors will now commence with the one that they call Chaos… Slow music… A lonely violin plays for his entrance entrancing the auditorium… Taking his hat off he quietly appears in front of you all…
“Good day, my ladies, my dear friends, my lady…”
What a powerful voice, penetrating ear drums that are not able to withstand its power… White snow, red snow, my snow falls upon you who are guests in my life…
“I am here to introduce me, my self and my other selves… First of all, my name is Chaos, I am the God of this Wasteland that you call His soul… I am the creator here… I manage to make red snow, my snow… I manage to create music… I manage to manage his life with a pen that is able to create and destroy his soul million times… My name is Chaos and my hour is the Thirteenth Minute of the day! I am the master of IS and WILL BE in this place. I am the ringleader… And here in this Cirque Du Grotesque I am the one that creates the show… So if anyone has questions they will have to ask me…”
Thunderous claps… Oh my, how they all like this simple string that sings and sings forever more with a pen in hand… Simple minded writer forever lost in his numerous scenarios… Oh, how they love his aura and his presence… Oh my… How they will hate him by the end of the show… The writer, Chaos… The god of all that is this wasteland… Barren place of nothing and yet of all… Writer of centuries and minutes… They WILL hate him after his pen touches their souls…
Vivace, maestro! Now the violin starts playing the tune that simply makes you want to dance and move and listen to what the strings say… Because after every sound it lies a cry of despair and a feeling of loneliness that just mesmerizes our beautiful public…
Smiles and smiles, ignorant smiles that is all I see… How foolish of them to try to lie at the liar!!! Smiles that bear no substance… Smiles that are not smiles but grins of demons… Smiles and smiles…They are lying to me… They see my rags and try to keep the appearance of being happy… Fools!!! Dressed in rags and with mud on my face I smile through pains and despairs… VIVACE!!! VIVACE!!! VIVACE!!! Three times vivace, maestro! So these fools can smile and smile…
“My name is… It simply is… My name is stamped upon your face, you ignorant fools… My name is… Your stupidity!!! Yes, I see smiles as you hear the lively tune… But I see lies as I look into your eyes… My name is… Despair, pain and hunger… My name is… Atsuki, the Jester of this Wasteland!!! Atsuki, Atsuki, they all call me… Make us laugh, they all say… Make us happy, they all ask… Happiness comes from the inside, you idiots… It comes from peace of mind… From the darkness within… From shallow light paths that you create in a sea of darkness… Our honored guests, do you want Atsuki to entertain you? Do you now? Well, first you will have to entertain me… Because in this Circus you are the main actors… Smiling liars with no regrets and remorse… Lifeless corpses that lost their souls… Sinners… Atsuki will make you smile… But only after you get your soul back!!!”
They all watch the Jester jump around in his rags… With his mud… And his smile… His pure smile… How they hate this Jester… How they hate the way he walks and talks and spits venom around him… Oh, how he enjoys this thing… Their eyes just piercing through his clothes just to find that inside the Jester is empty… Only darkness awaits the ones that look too deep into his soul… Too deep into black…
Largo, largo… A voice so sweet that the gods love just stops the Jester from jumping around… In his scarlet cape and his rose in hand… Just reading and reading… A man that is so beautiful appears… Dorian Grey would be jealous… Aphrodite will cry in shame after she sees this man… How he walks… How he talks… How he looks straight into your soul…
“Bella donas, my dear gentlemen, my goddess… I am Soul… I am the Lover of this Wasteland, that is ran by Chaos… I am the perfect man… Powerful, yet sensitive… Courageous, yet scared… I am… the Lover… Simple as that… I make women scream and moan with just one touch… I make them dance as soon as they see my eyes… I make them blush as soon as I open my mouth… I make them lust… As soon as I kiss their cheeks… I make them want more as soon as they lose their clothes… I am the one the plucks their ripe fruits… I am the one… That you will never be… I am the perfect lover… But there is only one thing… I am in love… So that is why… I am just a mere man… But still, ladies die for my touch… For my kiss… They crave and crave… They want… Me… To be their Lover… I am Soul, the Lover that is in love with a goddess…”
How the ladies just blushed as soon as I started to talk about beds and kisses… How the men hate me because I have my way with words… How they all want to kill me… How I just want to be loved by her… My goddess… Largo,largo, the strings sing a song of love and broken-hearted wishes… How the strings sing… And sing… Along the pleasure of being near a man so beautiful…
Agitato! Let the violin scream the pains and sorrows of the boy to come… A young boy, 19 of age, with a calm expression… Smiling true and passionately to a public that just saw perfection, a boy who walks with sorrow hand in hand, but still manages to keep a lively smile…
“Good morning, good day, good night… My name is Paul… The Confident of this Wasteland… I know what happens here even before it happens… I know what feelings roam the barren places that we call home… I know the shows before they are made… I know what happens next… I know that pain and sorrow guided my life… That is why I enjoy every smile, every sin, every movement… I enjoy… I simply enjoy… I sim—-“
Chaos quickly grabbed the boy as he was falling down… Black, it was all black in my mind that moment… I simply enjoy life… That is what I wanted to say… Agitato… The string sang the song of sorrow in such a manner that the simple idea would make a heart quiver… His calm face turned into a desperate one as he woke up in pains… He regained his composure in seconds and sat next to the others… That’s my boy…
They started talking at the same time…
“Ladies, gentlemen, ignorants, idiots and loved ones… We all talked about what we are here… About what we can do, what we can manage… But the one that really plays this strings…”
They raised their arms for the auditorium to see violin strings attached to them…
“Is the one that they call Kristian, our violinist…Our master…”
I stood up… My mouth sew shut… My eyes sew shut… My legs tied to each other… The grotesque figure of a man that gave up his body for her love… And after that he was left to rot in his own self… His fingers playing a sinister song of pleasure and pain… Of confidence and mystery… Of Kristian and his soul, that has become a Wasteland inhabited by fragments of what was once a whole… A concerto for strings… My concerto for strings…
His voice could be heard…
“Th-th-thank you for coming… I-I-I ho-ho-hope y-y-you enjo-joyed the sh-sh-show…”
It was clear the I was in pain from the talking but I just wanted to stand tall for her, because I knew she was there… Tears in eyes and all… Just to watch my soul as it degrades in a circus…
I bid you farewell and a nice trip back to your souls…