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Nightmare
I feel
their presence even as dawn arrives.
I
see them everywhere.
I
cannot escape!
They
are the ones who have fallen for my hand.
They
are white, ghostly shapes who transcends
into
faces for an instant before floating out
into
a mass.
I
recognize every one of those faces.
For
they appear in my dreams at night…
-
Electra Montoya
Forthcoming
I feel
the cold draft of death swirl around me.
Why?
I
have set the rules for this game and I am
the
master in the dark, silent shadows
who
owns ultimate power.
Why
was I not wiser?
I
found a man who had the capacity
to
feel and didn`t yet know it.
I
created a "monster" and now it has
turned
on it`s "creator"!
Why
did I not see this forthcoming?
-
Electra Montoya
Transformation
He was
nothing more than a statue who seemed to belong
to
the world of the living.
An
ultimate enforcer.
But
one day the clear yellow liquid did not flourish in his veins.
The
little ampule had fallen onto the floor and instantly
transformed
itself to a little wet pile filled with tiny parts
of
glass.
Now
it`s content no longer held back the flood of strange things
that
he sensed was emotions.
Now
he no longer was a statue.
He
was A MAN.
A
man that lived to the outmost point of living and who was not
going
to be stopped.
Not
by any other human, nor by the very state itself for it
would
crumble and vaporize into nothingness now that
he
no longer stood by it`s side.
He
was mesmerized by the slightest hint of emotion
and
he would gladly pay whatever the price to see
life
itself rejuvenated in the hollow shells that
walked
on the streets of Libria......
-
Electra Montoya
Dilemma
I cannot
walk with you.
I
cannot see what you see.
I
cannot feel what you feel.
Why?
For
your presence has been erased from this world.
Now
I am left alone with a dilemma in my mind.
Shall
I be Father`s weapon against the Underground?
Or
shall I turn and become a champion in that world?
Dilemma, dilemma, dilemma...
-
Electra Montoya
Emotions
There is
so much love, there is so much hate,
Why have
they not been eradicated to this date?
Emotions
are banned, because they create too much problem
at their
own hand.
Yet I am
intrigued by their presence, and they fill all of my senses.
Now I
know that they are worth fighting for, and I will not leave
Father
until he is bleeding and is sour.
I was His
instrument towards the Underground, but now I am his
worst
enemy and I am no longer by His will bound.
-
Electra Montoya
Men in black
They may
come at night, they may come at dawn and I
am the dying swan.
They are dressed in midnight black with faces carved out
of rock, leaving no hint of any thought.
But there is one in that human wave of death which hasen`t
made up his mind just yet.
Then there is still hope for humanity that is becomes critical
of the ones in power and regains it`s sanity.
-
Electra Montoya
Awaken
There is darkness all around me,
even though my desk is fluorished
in the purest of light.
But no mortal can see the darkness,
For it only exists in my mind.
The darkness are the black
cloak that I have allowed
to be pulled over my head,
to shield my eyes from
the truth.
But now I have awaken,
awaken in triumph in the
face of yet another day.
I live, I breath, I feel.
Now that I know it,
can I really take it?
Is it really worth the price?
I pay it gladly…..
-
Electra Montoya
Uncomprimising Servants
In dark cloath they ascend
down the stairs.
Father`s elite number.
There can not exist any human
being that would take these
adverseries lightly.
For they are a terror to meet
in battle.
One can NOT achieve victory
against a Tetragrammaton agent,
one can only loose horribly.
One cannot wish for any mercy,
for they do not know it.
They are Father`s uncomprimising servants,
the most gruesome foe that you can ever have.
So pray that they will not locate you,
for there are really no words that can
tell of the fate you would suffer.
- Electra Montoya
At What Prize Freedom?
The echoes of his guilt
resonated in his head
He
had his freedom but he wished for death
A
bloody vengeance but many dead friends
He
led a revolution with out a soul
A
dead best friend he’d never known
A
rotting wife he hadn’t love
He
was a hero the people cried
He
missed the lover he never had
The
one sweet kiss that was now marred
The
smell of burning flesh that cut his heart
Tabula
Rasa he dared and hoped
Yet
all he saw was death and gore
At
what prize freedom, He asked himself
When
all he wanted was gone in flames
He
hated feelings, he missed his drug
He
went quite crazy one rainy night
He
burn himself just like old days
He
never mentioned he went insane
And
in his memoirs a lie he wrote
The
prize of freedom he said
Is
worth all things even your loved one’s death
- Mallory
