IRC-Galleria

"Twelve faces shape the unholy circle, one mask for any opportunity. This sphere must remain incomplete ...- (as) in its centre the thirteenth mask is me."
If love was something I could feel, at least some kind of cheerfulness ...- but i feel nothing, drowned in pain, half-frozen in my emptiness
Beyond this veneer of friendless lies my true face, that no-one knows. This mask's a lie, obvious and sad, my heart is empty and all is cold.

."..If I lay crying in my bed,
waiting, no longing for the end,
if I decide my time has come,
would you then be that trustful one
to guard this chamber, break this shell,
and free me from this living hell
by making sure my death is swift.
Would you grant me that sacred gift ?!?"

Mjoo. Mulla on tylsää. Viikonloppu meni liiankin kännissä ja sekasin.
Katoin äsken Superhero movien, se oli ihan hauska.
Nyt katon Rambon ja kattelen inttijuttuja netistä. (Adios, tammikuussa armeijaan... hope so.)

From far beyond the veil of sleep some ancient voice does seem to whisper my forgotten name weakly, yet solemnly.
So remotely that one night think it had been but a dream, echo of some illusive call of fleeting memory.
Yes, to believe such vain idea no problem it would be, if there was not this inscrutable unrest within me ...
As if out of the deepest sea some creature seeks to rise, to wish its long denied existence back into my life.
My secret name is whispered by a half-forgotten sigh and out of nothing, across my face, which is all petrified,
Hot tears are running without end. A deeply troubling pain pulls me together inwardly, to be no more the same...
From far beyond the veil of sleep some tune, ne'er before heard, is trav'lling on a fragile breath, to shake my frozen world.

*Im so tired, I cant sleep*

Huomenn Zelda lähtee baanalle. Hyvää synttäriä Zelda, I dont love you <3

Jannikan sokeripaketissa oli kiinni pieniä toukki. :DDDD Hyi helvetti.

Little Velveteen Knight

Infants like phantoms, denied and suspected, their existence discovered always when least expected. Prepared for the day, the knight, he just cannot keep the perfect mask in its place, when he is falling asleep. Faces slacken in slum ber, each rigid muscle relaxes, without warning the hidden child comes to the surface. From the deepest darkness, some unnameable place, of the tower inverted, forms a different face; climbing upwards with effort, to see through the eyes. ..- windows to the soul -now shut- are starring inside. And while the outside beholder sees the face of a child, this fearful and helpless infant turns to a wild beast inside: becomes the architect of the most terrible dreams and puts a cruel fears of death into our hero's sleep...

This child is a dragon, who you must strive to kill, though it defeated you once ... and, yes, it always will! Oh, little velveteen knight (and heroes of all kinds), endeavour to slay the dragon... (... and yourselves when you try)! Yes, this monster's immortal ... and your fight is in vain, it only will last forever, some monsters just cannot be slain. This infant's beast ..., and the dragon's its guardian, protecting his child, so that no-one can harm it, their most gruesome shape puts the fear of death into our supposed (but velveteen) hero; yet, you must get me right: there is no choice for the child, its intentions are good and always upright. Tell me, why do you from?

COVER THE MIRRORS, FRAGILE HAS DIED, LEAVING BUT A STARLESS RUIN BEHIND! SHATTER THE MIRRORS, SO THAT HE CAN NEVER BE CALLED BACK FROM THE BLESSED SILENCE OF HIS SCARED VAULT ...