.: Imaginary Treason :.

Jester (speaking):</i>
Once upon a time
In an enormous
And anonymous city
There lived three young people.
They were…friends.
They saw each other every day
They spent their time together
To talk and laugh and play.
They helped each other
Hugged each other
Shared every moment with each other.
But in their joy and in their laughter
They did not notice something’s creeping.
And suddenly
The change
Was obvious…

(Jester steps aside and vanishes into the background)

(Little girl appears, her eyes are covered by her hair.
Girl wears a pink dress reaching over her knees.)

Girl (sings in a children’s rhyme):
Now merely all are gone
And those who are still here
Will be gone within a song
The fool is left in fear.

(While she sings the rhyme she dances.
After the rhyme has finished she keeps humming it.
She gets rid of her pink dress and loosens her hair.
Short skirt and short top, both black. She raises her head:
Gothic Child)

I can tell you who’s the fool

(she bows)

That’s me…
I’m the only one left
Ostracised to be exact
Despised…forgotten…
Left to rot…

(she begins to sing)


Now they treat me like a whore
Don’t seem to need me anymore
And obviously they feel bored
By my presence they once adored.

We planned so many things
We gave each other golden wings
For that we never fall when we are down
For that we never have to drown.

But now the times have changed
And I have lost my dearest friends
I’m the one who’s left behind
And I’m about to lose my mind
I cut myself to live again
But what is life without my friends?

They exclude me from now on
Roll their eyes when I will come
They plan their time behind my back
And when I search them I lose track.

Of course they tell me when they’ve met
They don’t see they broke my neck
And if I do propose something
They shrug – and start to sing.

Cuz now the times have changed
And I have lost my dearest friends
I’m the one who’s left behind
And I’m about to lose my mind
I cut myself to live again
But what is life without my friends?

Now my presence is ignored
And all the energy I’d stored
Is fully vanished into nowhere
Because our trio’s now a pair.

So I will take my leave
Will take my sorrow and my leave
To dig my own deep grave –
And pray that I feel warm and save

All the times have changed
And I have lost my dearest friends
I’m the one who’s left behind
And I will lose my mind
I cut myself to life again
But what is life without my friends?

(Feb.2005)