L'inutilité totale. (texte perso ©)

   Bring them all back to life. Be the one they need. Awake their fragile souls, protect their tiny hearts. You are the healer, you are the one. Please, go and save them from who they are. Take them away from the monsters inside. They are waiting for you with their heavy minds and their bloody legs, waiting for light and waiting for peace, somewhere in the cold skies, somewhere in the dark clouds. Please, open the doors ; please, open this world to another reality. The graveyard and its ghosts, spirits and miracles, the pyre and its flames, burning their desires, they fall into ashes and they never come back, they all turn into dust and they cover their tracks. They chase what they can’t be, they use these huge bodies to feel human again ; haunting your memory, lying under your skin, and running through your veins. They hide in the shadows, they suffocate and cry, you don’t even hear them, you don’t even know why, but they are calling you. Fighting against darkness, screaming at the top of their lungs. Howling. Craving for love. Longing for peace. Look at them ! See them ! Please. Please. Set them free. Guide them ; they all deserve to go to Heaven. Help them cross the deep waters of Hell. Never surrender. Never give up. Demons can become angels, I swear. Oh God, teach them what's right... bring them all back to life.