The Girl Who Was.. Death



"YOU MUST LEARN, WE ARE ALL PAWNS ON THIS HOPELESS CHESSBOARD; YOUR MOVE!"
Photo from the series "the Prisoner", The Girl who was...Death is based on this series.

DON'T TRUST HIM WHEN HE TURNS HIS BACK HE LOOKS AT YOU. DON'T TRUST HIM WHEN HIS EYES ARE CLOSED: HE STILL LOOKS AT YOU. I FLED, I FLED DEVOURING THE SPACE. BUT THE SHAPELESS BULK WAS CHASING ME -ENRAGED- BREATHING MY FOOTSTEPS, UNSATED WITH KILLING ME SLOWLY, NAILING MY INCANDESCENT THOUGHTS ALONG THE BORDER OF INSANITY, IN A PLACE WHERE A PROCESSION OF FLESHLY NUMBERS SLIDES INCESSANTLY INTO THE IRONIC WATERS OF THE COSMOS SEEKING TO REMEMBER THE SENSE OF THE IMPOSSIBLE WORD: ESCAPE. "WHO ARE YOU LOOKING FOR? WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" A LIGHT? "A STAR" A BOAT? "AN INSECT" A PLANE? "A FLYING FISH" "I'M LOOKING AT SOMEBODY WHO BELONGS TO MY WORLD" "THIS IS YOUR WORLD, I AM YOUR ONLY WORLD". I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN THE FOG -UNRAVELLING THE REAL AND INEXPLICABLE CONTRADICTIONS THAT CROWD TOGETHER THE HUMAN BRAIN LOBES- IMPRISONED ME IN THE SPIDER'S WEB OF THE ONE WHO TOUCHES THE MINDS OF THE MAD CURBING AND CHURNING THE CONFETTI OF THEIR THOUGHTS. "WITHOUT CORPSES THERE'S NO WAR AND WITHOUT WAR THERE'S NO VICTORY, MY DEAR!" I WILL NOT BE PUSHED, FILED, STAMPED, INDEXED, BRIEFED, DEBRIEFED OR NUMBERED! -NIGHTMARE- WELCOME, MY FRIEND! HERE WHOLE GENERATIONS OF GHOSTS HAVE RAISED THEIR EYES AND WINGS EACH MORNING TO UNBOUNDED SPACE WITH THE INNOCENT JOY OF CRYSALIDS GREETING THEIR FINAL METAMORPHOSIS. AND IN THE EVENING THEY'RE DEAD AND DROOPING LIKE LIFELESS FLOWERS SWAYED BY THE PLAINTIVE WHISTLING OF THE WIND. YOU MUST LEARN, WE ARE ALL PAWNS ON THIS HOPELESS CHESSBOARD; YOUR MOVE! "MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW MY FACE, BUT WELL YOU KNOW MY NAME -MY NAME IS DEATH" DRESSED IN WHITE, SMILING, THE GIRL WHO WAS DEATH, AND LOVED ME SO MUCH, DESIRING TO BRING ME BACK TO HER, THE ONLY WAY OUT. TO NO PURPOSE.

DRESSED IN WHITE, SMILING,THE GIRL WHO WAS DEATH
"WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO KILL ME?" "BECAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD!" FACE TO FACE, SHUT UP IN THE CAGE OF TIME THE MAN AND I JOINED BY FATE IN THE DEGREE ABSOLUTE, THE CHALLENGE WITHOUT RETURN MATCH WHERE THE PRICE TO ONE IS: LIVING, AND PAIN TO THE OTHER IS: NOT DYING! THE MASK! THE MASK! I MUST TAKE OFF HIS MASK! NOW! NOW! BUT JUST AS VICTORY SEEMS FINALLY TO FAVOUR ME, AND THE UNKNOWN PERSECUTOR APPEARS -FRAME AFTER FRAME- IN A SLOW INSTANTANEOUS ELECTRIC SHOCK, HERE IS MY CONTORTED FACE TO REVEAL, SNEERING, THE FINAL DRAMATIC DECEIT. WHEN VICTIM AND HANGMAN EXCHANGE ROLES THE TRIUMPHANT FREEDOM OF A THOUSAND DREAMS EVAPORATES IN THE REALITY OF A NEW INCUBUS -ONCE AGAIN- MADE OF SMILES, MASKS, LIFELESS CONFETTI. BE SEEING YOU! WANDERING THROUGH THE CATACOMBS OF LIFE DESPERATELY I PLUNGE INTO THE WHIRL. WANDERING THROUGH THE CATACOMBS OF LIFE SLOWLY I FALL INTO THE WHIRL OF -HELL-