Red: Act I - The Opening
The curtain opens revealing an empty stage to an empty crowd. The whole atrium is completely empty save for the occasional janitor which comes cleaning the left-overs of a time very long gone by for now. In fact, there seems to be no left-overs at all to begin with and the janitors are just casually strolling through. Some suspect they might be dead, though this is yet to be confirmed. The play is called “Red.”
Along comes the first actor of our play, all of him dressed in red satins, bearing a red-feathered hat. His beard is long and crimson too, and his eyes naturally are dancing flame in their sockets
Come along my little dear, don't be shy
Step right up, you've caught my eye
Don't be intimidated by the arts I weave
It is but another way for the dreams you'll achieve.
So come right in, let's roll the bones
Sing the voodoo chants and all magical stones
I'll be the priestess who will sing your fate
If you'll just linger here 'till the end of our date.
Now come along and don't you stress
Don't you get nervous or you'll just make a mess
I'm here now to help you in life
If you'll just hold a second while I fetch my knife.
Hold on a second now, darling, dear,
What is this stuttering and smell of fear?
It's just a dropplet of blood
Come set the snakes loose inside my head
Try as you might you will not see me dead
And you're whining, damn, please stop your crying...
There's little else, hymns, songs, lullabies
Which can return the light to your eyes
And I laugh, wide to the skies
Which open and pour down the rain, drown your cries.
'Cause oh, ask me why
As you cry
As you sigh you do naught but to lie
And I
Sneer and wait.
All that I see, is the devil's posessed who is probably me
But there's no fear of waiting
For all that I see is that you are about to be shot.
All that I know is that you are becoming distraught.
And my heart's pulsing with anticipation
A portrait of mental health by SygmaTh, literature
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A portrait of mental health
'Lo and behold those who've crossed this path!
For you to be here, you too must be mad!
So please, please, step right in, you're welcome,
After all, we're one and many, our home!
Oh, the pictures on the wall? All trophies one and all!
No, no, not of those I have killed
Those trophies are silly, unfulfilled!
I'm talking of the wars, yes, which wage in the mind
Which are worse, much worse than 'ny other kind.
Yes, yes, don't you see, the cracks on the wall?
Beyond lies oblivion and sanity's fall!
Me? Crazy? Hah! That's what you'd say
But but, you've not yet seen it my way.
Crazy, I say, is to stay and comform
Swallow, nod and tak
The Plague Doctor's Monologue by SygmaTh, literature
Literature
The Plague Doctor's Monologue
Please, listen. Well, I know, you always do, you've sat besides me since I can remember. You'd not mind listening to it again, would you? It helps pass the time you know? To be able to speak like this. Night falls. And while it does so, let us spend some together. Allow me to remember with you.
You see, I've always been a physicist. I've been one for as long as I can remember. Well, not one exactly, but an apprentice too. Then later on I became a physicist. It was something I did joyfully and with a fair amount of success. I cherished life and the people that often came to seek my aid relished my support as well. Heh, they were good times. B
You can try and kill me now, if you can
I'll assure you here nothing goes as planned.
And you'll find yourself to tear me limb from limb
As dusk settles and our light now goes too dim.
And you'll hear my taunts from a severed head,
It's my presence that you feel inside your bed.
Let my grin haunt you again, for your efforts are in vain
We'll have a blast...
Here you stay, settling for what to do next
Please hurry, the show now is at its best!
And you'll see ash turn to bone
We're all Kings without a Throne,
Come on now, give me the credit of a charge.
I'll let you focus on me all your dearest farse.
Lie now with all your teeth,
If ever light ceases to shine, then all'd be dark
If ever fire runs cold, then what of our spark?
If ever this should ever come to pass, we'd still last.
Compare the heart shaped bones that are your hips
I prize thy taste of those sweet lips.
Or the feeling of my body in your grip.
My heart is yours alone, I've not given it away
Nor my mind in which you thread all day.
Thy heart I know, is now mine and mine alone
As the shadows that sit on Love's throne.
Then while we sit now here, we ponder
Then when we're done... Dreams and Wonder.
There was a girl, who had a curious spark,
And she was often drawn to what lies in the dark.
But know here, brothers and sisters,
Learn to heed not the unknown whispers!
These will echo and haunt down your mind,
And soon all world will be left behind.
There is but the corner which beckons you near
But if you go then you'll never come here.
Alas I digress with this tale,
Of this little girl now disfigured and pale.
So it was that she saw, through the corner of the eye
A shadow which moved and danced on the sly.
She followed it down, down to the cellar
Where she found a strange and tall fellow.
He invited her in, gave her bread an
I feel the blood that's pumping
Inside my head that's rumbling
As I walk downhill, stumbling
There's something inside me BURNING
And I feel so restless
Despaired and that's best
I feel all the fumes and ire
I want to watch things DIE
Oh but please dear don't cry
I am your wish for a red sky
Why can't we stop this LIE
Oh it pumps and breathes
from the body which it gives
Let us drop now all the masks
I am your wish from ages past
Please, please, I beg you, unleash me
please, come on now, free me
I promise that you'll enjoy with glee
Don't blame me for the results you'll see.
I am all hate you feel
I am all rage and thrill
Oh dear Alice, why such cruelty, why such malice?
This dementia and madness I see in your eyes
Is but another way to fuel your disguise.
Dont worry my dear, I too realise
The lunacy and delirium in which Wonderland lies.
I have seen it my darling, love, dear.
It is liberating, amazing, and all was clear!
Alice, Alice, with those blood stains on your dress
Alice, Alice, you needn't hide behind that mess.
Come now dear embrace it with me,
Embrace our insanity and let us be free.
Red: Act I - The Opening
The curtain opens revealing an empty stage to an empty crowd. The whole atrium is completely empty save for the occasional janitor which comes cleaning the left-overs of a time very long gone by for now. In fact, there seems to be no left-overs at all to begin with and the janitors are just casually strolling through. Some suspect they might be dead, though this is yet to be confirmed. The play is called “Red.”
Along comes the first actor of our play, all of him dressed in red satins, bearing a red-feathered hat. His beard is long and crimson too, and his eyes naturally are dancing flame in their sockets
Come along my little dear, don't be shy
Step right up, you've caught my eye
Don't be intimidated by the arts I weave
It is but another way for the dreams you'll achieve.
So come right in, let's roll the bones
Sing the voodoo chants and all magical stones
I'll be the priestess who will sing your fate
If you'll just linger here 'till the end of our date.
Now come along and don't you stress
Don't you get nervous or you'll just make a mess
I'm here now to help you in life
If you'll just hold a second while I fetch my knife.
Hold on a second now, darling, dear,
What is this stuttering and smell of fear?
It's just a dropplet of blood
Come set the snakes loose inside my head
Try as you might you will not see me dead
And you're whining, damn, please stop your crying...
There's little else, hymns, songs, lullabies
Which can return the light to your eyes
And I laugh, wide to the skies
Which open and pour down the rain, drown your cries.
'Cause oh, ask me why
As you cry
As you sigh you do naught but to lie
And I
Sneer and wait.
All that I see, is the devil's posessed who is probably me
But there's no fear of waiting
For all that I see is that you are about to be shot.
All that I know is that you are becoming distraught.
And my heart's pulsing with anticipation
A portrait of mental health by SygmaTh, literature
Literature
A portrait of mental health
'Lo and behold those who've crossed this path!
For you to be here, you too must be mad!
So please, please, step right in, you're welcome,
After all, we're one and many, our home!
Oh, the pictures on the wall? All trophies one and all!
No, no, not of those I have killed
Those trophies are silly, unfulfilled!
I'm talking of the wars, yes, which wage in the mind
Which are worse, much worse than 'ny other kind.
Yes, yes, don't you see, the cracks on the wall?
Beyond lies oblivion and sanity's fall!
Me? Crazy? Hah! That's what you'd say
But but, you've not yet seen it my way.
Crazy, I say, is to stay and comform
Swallow, nod and tak
The Plague Doctor's Monologue by SygmaTh, literature
Literature
The Plague Doctor's Monologue
Please, listen. Well, I know, you always do, you've sat besides me since I can remember. You'd not mind listening to it again, would you? It helps pass the time you know? To be able to speak like this. Night falls. And while it does so, let us spend some together. Allow me to remember with you.
You see, I've always been a physicist. I've been one for as long as I can remember. Well, not one exactly, but an apprentice too. Then later on I became a physicist. It was something I did joyfully and with a fair amount of success. I cherished life and the people that often came to seek my aid relished my support as well. Heh, they were good times. B
You can try and kill me now, if you can
I'll assure you here nothing goes as planned.
And you'll find yourself to tear me limb from limb
As dusk settles and our light now goes too dim.
And you'll hear my taunts from a severed head,
It's my presence that you feel inside your bed.
Let my grin haunt you again, for your efforts are in vain
We'll have a blast...
Here you stay, settling for what to do next
Please hurry, the show now is at its best!
And you'll see ash turn to bone
We're all Kings without a Throne,
Come on now, give me the credit of a charge.
I'll let you focus on me all your dearest farse.
Lie now with all your teeth,
If ever light ceases to shine, then all'd be dark
If ever fire runs cold, then what of our spark?
If ever this should ever come to pass, we'd still last.
Compare the heart shaped bones that are your hips
I prize thy taste of those sweet lips.
Or the feeling of my body in your grip.
My heart is yours alone, I've not given it away
Nor my mind in which you thread all day.
Thy heart I know, is now mine and mine alone
As the shadows that sit on Love's throne.
Then while we sit now here, we ponder
Then when we're done... Dreams and Wonder.
There was a girl, who had a curious spark,
And she was often drawn to what lies in the dark.
But know here, brothers and sisters,
Learn to heed not the unknown whispers!
These will echo and haunt down your mind,
And soon all world will be left behind.
There is but the corner which beckons you near
But if you go then you'll never come here.
Alas I digress with this tale,
Of this little girl now disfigured and pale.
So it was that she saw, through the corner of the eye
A shadow which moved and danced on the sly.
She followed it down, down to the cellar
Where she found a strange and tall fellow.
He invited her in, gave her bread an
I feel the blood that's pumping
Inside my head that's rumbling
As I walk downhill, stumbling
There's something inside me BURNING
And I feel so restless
Despaired and that's best
I feel all the fumes and ire
I want to watch things DIE
Oh but please dear don't cry
I am your wish for a red sky
Why can't we stop this LIE
Oh it pumps and breathes
from the body which it gives
Let us drop now all the masks
I am your wish from ages past
Please, please, I beg you, unleash me
please, come on now, free me
I promise that you'll enjoy with glee
Don't blame me for the results you'll see.
I am all hate you feel
I am all rage and thrill
Oh dear Alice, why such cruelty, why such malice?
This dementia and madness I see in your eyes
Is but another way to fuel your disguise.
Dont worry my dear, I too realise
The lunacy and delirium in which Wonderland lies.
I have seen it my darling, love, dear.
It is liberating, amazing, and all was clear!
Alice, Alice, with those blood stains on your dress
Alice, Alice, you needn't hide behind that mess.
Come now dear embrace it with me,
Embrace our insanity and let us be free.
“Sometimes we lay aside our own troubles when we wipe away another's tears.”
—Seneca
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No matter your medium of choice as an artist, your artistic intentions or the mystic guiding fo
Single malt of irish origin, whiskey is its name
Love of my life, with whom I play this game
Weve gone so far and through so much
In my mind where no one ever dares touch
Those dark corners of our thoughts one does not see
The vile thoughts and impulses which should not be
And yet youre there through good and ill
Letting me cope, in place binding me still.
But hear ye, who drink not for the joy!
To your sorrows drown and to me annoy!
Cursed be your tongue and strong the hangover!
May you throw up and on the floor pass over!
Humiliated you will be, for knowing not to drink
And the essence of whiskeys meanin
Current Residence: Somewhere in Lisbon. Favourite genre of music: Metal mostly but also a LOT into Rock and folk. Favourite photographer: Can't recall the name now. Favourite style of art: Dark an' gloomy. Quite often sketchy. Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Lolwut? Shell of choice: Wut? Wallpaper of choice: Depending on my mood and time of the year. Something dark, or blue. Skin of choice: Same as above. Favourite cartoon character: Beetlejuice possibly. Personal Quote: "Because I can."
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali, Giger, Goya and many others.
Favourite Movies
A Clockwork Orange.
Favourite TV Shows
Dexter
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I like a bit of everything. From Cradle of Filth to Tom Waits, passing by Gogol Bordello and others!
Favourite Books
The Never-ending Story, The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe.
Favourite Writers
H.P Lovecraft, Neil Gaiman and Edgar Allan Poe.
Favourite Games
Diablo series. As well as the Warcraft ones.
Favourite Gaming Platform
Computer itself? Longin' for the old Dreamcast too.
Tools of the Trade
My mind's Madness.
Other Interests
Food, Art (writing, photography, drawings and may other things), music and general madness.