THE SOUNDS OF OCTOBER ...
(original Image: HR Giger, editing and words: Alf Cygnus)
The night oozes gloom ...
senses ... and the eternal melancholy. The nightingales have ceased to sing his hymns latent hype, and the hooting of owls has all extinct, along with the sweetness that emanates from everything wicked, or the iconoclast of the infinite blackness of the cosmos ...
The wind has also been quiet ... the constant and monotonous whistle has gone to oblivion, along with the demons that are always chuckling about themselves ...
... there is only silence ...
... silence ...
...
then finally decides to go to where every year, and wears old-fashioned ...
añejísimo and shakes his long coat, and carefully cleaned his black hat. Once you feel ready, decided to abandon its huge den, and it crosses the threshold of a breathtaking contempt ...
... well from years ago that it does not ... Yes
rediscover the refreshing spray of the forest and the trees, those few living things that did not flee in their wake, are inclined to make a kind of reverence to such a distinguished personage ...
... that is directed to a destination that is feared by many, and is expected by others ...
.. Whose tombstone says only "Cassandra."
... then turning to the sky, eyes closed, and imploring that the time to stop and that the fate of it is destroyed for the sake of an order of madness and demonstration, and kneels on the dusty floor Instead, taking his open hands to her face, hiding the grimace of pain at the time he grows very reluctantly ... Tilt your head ...
... put your hands on the empty tomb ...
... and begins to mourn ...
... then dig ...
... up to something awesome rough ...
... the coffin ...
... and like every year ...
... it opens quickly, but fine ...to be his favorite chair, and the waiting begins again ...
... all this while glancing to see your grandfather clock, which adorns so sublime his sickly little habitat ... 
... and see, boasted, already past midnight ... Yes
October is starting again ...
Sunrise, but has not been done during the day. The extraordinary event can only be described as a crude mixture of light and shadow that hides a late sun in the sky, killing any chance of happiness may reign again in this lar ...
He waits impatiently. Kassandra lies his beloved lying in her bed, wrapped in beautiful delicate sheets of some material ...
... you know what will happen then ...
... close your eyes, and before an order inaudible ...
... dimension is again touched by the life ...
again ... the wind whistles ...
... and the creation begins to sing ...
Spend more time ...
He looks at his watch ...
... again it is October ...
Silence returns ...
... and again Cassandra is in the dark, very dark house ...
... and like every year ...
... October ends, and the duel is broken ... The cemetery, or that, some tamba, is back to take ...
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Then, suddenly, another sound breaks the silence ...
the mansion doors are broken, and pass a fearsome and abhorrent spectrum ...
This is directed to where the flaming corpse of the ruined building ...
... it takes her in his arms ...
... and takes it to where it belongs ...
... the very same cemetery ...
... that the deceased so often profaned ...
already there, is placed inside a tomb ...
... empty ...
... whose tombstone says only "Cassandra" ... ... and the spectrum disappears ...
More and more Octobers have seennest each year ...
... but now contain in themselves sounds ...
... that fill the shelves of the cosmos with pure vexation ...
... and darkness is maintained, in spite of the progress of this unreality ...
More and more disappointments may be born and die in the moment ...
... especially in a universe where only senses loneliness and opacity ...
... and the spiral of time collecting only gray ...
... along with those eyes that remain open, and to nullify the whole everyday ...
... this, of which nothing and no one will save us ...
Cassandra ...
...
... the beginning ... ... and I go back ... 
... my room smells of death ... ... and despair ... 
(... still did not exist ...) 
the huge cycle was nearing completion in blessed peace ... ... but lacking a second ... 
Just at midnight everything disappeared ... ... leaving only a vague memory ... 
and the mysterious source ... the faucet is open to
... maim you ... 
... but your claim remains revenge ...open ... 
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