I was deep. Deep in a dream of nothing. Word’s are powerful in all odds, like my dreams, powerful at moments but odd as if I’ve been here before. Over many nights I’ve woke up in my own sweat, depressed, scared, confused at these signs I did not understand. I’ve written thoughts before, end-less…
The Skull Kid : Chapter 1
The kid with no face often roamed the forest alone in search of companions. Equipped with his flute, he would echo the peaceful atmosphere of the empty, yet dreary forest he called home. He had no friends nor foes. All he had was himself and his lonely thoughts that translated into escapades of trickery, dissent and despair. Had he had someone to express his thoughts to, maybe his heart’s indignation would be different…
The no faced figure could not talk nor hum along to his own tunes of the flute. The spirits of the forest often referred to him as the Skull Kid. His heart was empty, a void of darkness that dictated his lust for trickery and foolery. Every wandering human that walked within its presence heard rumors of the Skull Kid’s wicked influence. However, one human dared to walk up to the Skull Kid and say, ”The one with no face, can you not see the damage that you cause?” The Skull Kid became furious and even more so as he could not express his true feelings to the human. His mind prompted him to talk but his body failed to do so. He took his prized possession, his flute, and he through it at the human’s face. The human’s face became stained with blood and torn flesh…the Skull Kid finally had a friend.
The human of course was no longer human. He became a similar monster to the Skull Kid. Both, with no faces, would mark trees with mysterious symbols and markings. Other humans naturally became curious and wandered deeper into the forest to investigate. Behind the irremovable facelessness of the Skull Kid was pure nothingness, nothing more, nothing less. The now transformed human was referred to by the curious humans as the Masked Kid. Both the Masked and Skull Kid were angry and envious of the human’s ability to show emotion. The wicked ways of both Kids were attempts to force humans to show emotions of fear and astonishment, the very emotions they, themselves, wished they could show. They both set out to concoct their most devious plan yet, they would accomplish the unprecedented, and they would steal the human emotion.
The Kids decided to leave the forest for the first time. As they wandered in to the nameless village, they remained ostracized, the emotions of humans proving the criticism of the faceless vagabonds were as apparent and noticeable as the crescent moon itself. The Kids had a change of heart and for the very first time, they were proud of their lack of ability to show their true feelings. They soon returned to the forest successful and unsuccessful at the same time.
Not interested at the moment. Working on an album for July