Unforgiven Eve

And there she was.

He could touch her, smell her scent. Her hair was waving down her shoulders just like it did during those endless summer nights...

And suddenly it all happened.
The screams, the blood, the impotence, the flames surrounding her consumed body while the devilish creature laughed...
NO!

...


The man woke up in a cold shaking, completely covered with sweat.
It was just a nightmare. Nothing more. He tried to calm down and recover his breath. He looked at the grilled window, illuminated with the winter moonlight. There were a cigarette and a match upon the window. He refused to think about it and just lit the cigarette.

The bell tolled twelve times. Somehow he knew it was New Year's Day.
In his brains, these lyrics accompanied his New Year's Cigarette:

Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there!

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it!

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
So sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you

Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
(So I dub thee unforgiven)

Oh, what I've felt
Oh, what I've known!

I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too

Never free
Never me
'Cause you're unforgiven too!

Reflections from Jail

And there he was. Sitting alone against the wall, wanting a cigarette more than anything he ever wanted.

Nothing to do but wait.
Nowhere to go.

The wall.

It wasn't just another wall...
it was The Wall.

That wall was special. There were sentences carved on it. There were THOUGHTS carved on it. And there was nothing in that small stinky cell to carve with.

The sentences on the wall changed every now and then, without asking for permission, without a fixed pattern... without caring about you.

By that time, the man opened his bleary eyes and looked in front of him.
He began to read.
He thought he was getting mad.
But he went on reading...
some of the things carved on the wall were:

The child is grown, the dream is gone.

I have become comfortably numb.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

On A lOnG EnOUgH tiMe LinE, ThE suRvIvAL rAte foR evErYOne dRopS TO zer0.

How I wish... how I wish you were here.

YOU,
YES, YOU:
FUCK ME.

...AS HARD AS YOU CAN.

Bestrafe mich
Bestrafe mich
Stroh wird Gold
Und Gold wird Stein
Deine Größe macht mich klein
Du darfst mein Bestrafer sein

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And being, but an ear,
And I and Silence some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here.

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

Knowledge-based augmented reality for maintenance assistance

...

- Knock, knock!

- Who's that?

-The police, open the door, please.

-It's 3 o'clock in the morning, how can that be the police?

-There's an order from above: we have to arrest you. Nothing personal.

-That's impossible! I've done nothing wrong lately...

-I'm sorry but...
...

This is what you get when you mess with us.