"Goodbye" (2006)

Before, there were comedians performing on a crimson stage, trying to make people laugh, trying to make people happy. But this crimson stage is in fact a bloody warpath, bathed in blood of many of those who fell before a past who brought hell upon the people. The lonely audience that he once loved has been victims of deceit, victim of a false mask that he had shown to hide his weakness-Emotions. These things have been haunting him these past months. Showing affection, showing love to the people that he treasured the people he loved. People he treated as close friends, as brothers, as sisters. It has been years since he was subdued by people like him, people similar to him in almost all aspects. People, who were cold and desolate, people with no conscience, no emotions, and no heart.

In the past, as the curtain falls, so do a lot of people, a lot of souls go with it to the unending darkness of the abyss that they called home. There were no lights to fade; there were no soft good nights, no comfort zones. Only loneliness and hate. It was as if, there was no day, no night. No paradise to hope for, no paradise to go to. Nothing to waste, nothing to give. The past cannot be erased, cannot be forgotten. Like a godforsaken tattoo that is imprinted in you, that reminded you of things that for so long, until now, haunts you. A symbol of something that one cannot escape no matter how fast and how far you run from it.

There were no summers dream, nothing to fall and slip silent, no dreams, only visions of the inevitable. There were only cold winters nights, painful, slowly consuming you until nothingness picks you as its embodiment. There is only but madness that we cannot make sense of. Madness that drives us to seek for pain, to seek for blood. The past consumes one who is given the situation, given the time, given the pain. And in return, he gives the past the chance to live once more, to unleash something that has been mounting in the back of his mind for a long time now.

As I slowly wake up from a nightmare to another, I slowly smell something that for so long I avoided, something that once again, I long for. As I look up at the crimson colored moon, a symbol of death, of blood, I smile at myself, reminiscing everything for the last time. Looking back at all the happy moments that I cherished. The people that were dear to me, people that I loved. My brothers, my sisters, my love. I need to bid farewell, to leave everything behind for I have become soft, a former shell of myself, nothing but a silhouette, lifeless and weak.