Paroles de 'The Seed Of Negation (Abnegativia Rejections)' par Celestia

First, it appeared like an averse of tears, a non important detail, like a spring wing breath, that wind who do not hurt but on contrary let that feeling of freedom slowly, caress your face. That sweet wind left a seed in his hand, that seed was softly swallowed and it taste started to develop inside his mind. Eyes were closed, hands were opened and then, he was suddenly projected in the middle of an ocean of clouds, all was calm and peaceful first, sun was present as a force guiding his moves.

The sunrays caressed his face like his mother once did in a forgotten previous life. After closing his eyes, he finally felt asleep in the middle of the void, surrounded by moving cotten clouds and dancing spectral moon rays. Some images started to appears, it was clearly easy to define these visions. All started with harmonious notes of baroque music, played with an antique harpischord. All evolved suddenly to a kind of discord, something felt on the ground, it created a delicious sound, something really soft... It is tears? Or maybe the sound of blood chanting into obscurity while collapsing? Nobody will ever know, why this Seed had some strange marks on its body?

He opened his stomach with a sharp scalpet. It was vital to find back what has been swallowed a few days earlier. But, that leaded as to an huge disappointment, all was apparently rotten inside! It's quite difficult to imagine someone bleeding like that and meanwhile puking... But let's go closer to see what is happening... Oh! Finally there's no real need to worry since what he was puking was just dead Insectas, some larva's also, every sorts of dead and non dead things. You know, those who are dead and looks still have their minds. Feelings of immense disgust, shapr inner pain crying till piercing the flesh...

So, it became more convenient to look to another direction. But what was going to get outside his rotten stomach? It was blood first, but also some genitals organs who were getting implanted in other organs. Oh! What a failure!! This is unreal, this is not possible!
No, this is not possible because humanity are certain it is not, but what's this creature is enduring is real as a matter of fact. After all, when he will have finished to bleed, he will die and everything will be fine at the end. Death is deliverance to life. Life only lead to Death?

There's many ways to reach Death. But still we wonder where is the most pleasant one. So, I will wait, sit on my throne, gazing at the sky, in search of answers and time will fade out, slowly over my corpse... Day after day, I rot, expecting light that will bless me for the rest of eternity. I will tend to forget the taste of all the Seeds I had to taste...