The Art of H.C. Nightshade

Who is H.C. Nightshade?

H.C. Nightshade was born within in an asylum with a family of misfits, gypsies, criminals and psychos. We know of no true family, birthplace or home. His Parents were absent within this asylum and in his mind he looked towards the world as if he was an alien. Taken himself out of the equation of what a standardized way of what life is he turned to an introverted observer of the world as the strange person everyone said, “he was”. Only through the arts would H.C. take a path that saved him from following the footsteps of those in the asylum he grew up in. His artwork reflects the outlook of a dsytopian society that he perceives to be true yet hopeless romanticizing love in this false reality he believes we are told.  Since the escape of the asylum from age 13, H.C. has followed a path of pointing out the atrocities of humans and the real truth in which is always swepted under the carpet. As an honest look regardless of his perspective he documents what he would call our species. Most of his writing and art conveys this negative view yet positive outlook as even being extremely emotional he aware of the need for optimism to survive. Having many people questioning his insanity he writes it off as a perception of the ignorant. He proclaims his innocence of insanity and claims his art is just a documentation of reality from the side of life that truly makes people go insane to prove life is not always sunshine. He is the true doppelgänger of this artist known as Me aka Jeffery Page

Mourning Red Dress

If I could take the time to tell every child to just love the animals and this planet. Look into these eyes of a wounded soul. I know heartache’s real. If I could go back to tell myself would I still takes that Devil’s deal. If you see darkness at your door let go to the light it will, Flash like life standing still. Fight the heartache. Staring out these windows opening this door to my soul. “Have you given everything now enjoy having feelings of a hole”, She said. Left me in another state of mind. A cavity empty within my chest. Blinded by love of a girl within the red dress. Sacrificed it all to be sentence to death. If any life I lived deserves to be put to rest. I’ve stood this time battered and stressed to prove that I passed the test. Should have never fell for. Should have never Loved. Never Loved the women in the red dress. She was the the sentence. The lesson. The Reason I treason love til death. I ‘d still warn the children too beware of the stare and the care of those unaware about the women dressed in red. It’s power. It’s a sign like a red light. A pleasure that brings pain. A story told long ago. The masque of the red death. Like a plague she’ll breathe fire with poison laced mist upon her breath as she leaves a mark with a kiss. Just another heart upon her shelf for potions of seduction like a reaper she’ll steal that heart and soul leaving you wishing for death. Blinded by love left with no heart. Sacrificed like a pawn when I needed love the most. Mourning still for a woman in a red dress.

Therapist

I know something is wrong.

I could have learned a lesson or two.

Couldn’t help this crazy mind.

You helped to see it through.

Therapist

Therapist

Took me down.

Like an elephant in the wild.

One little pill.

Had me crying like a child.

Therapist

Therapist

Lay me down like a corpse.

Gently put me to rest.

I try to fight it off.

I feel the pressure on my chest.

The Rapist.

It suppose to feel.

Feel better than this.

My invasion has happened.

Not even sealed with a kiss.

The Rapist.

FEELINGS

With all thoughts set aside.

We as humans all get stuck 

with this horrible trait known as feelings. 

These feelings control our behaviors 

and our course of life.

Even if you are very logical and believe 

for a second you are in complete control 

of your own destiny. 

Then being very logical you’d have to agree 

it’s quite possible that you or someone around you can

lose control of one of these many feelings which could change

the course of your life or someone's around you. 

This result would all be caused by a feeling. 

Many years I have seen not only my own actions

 but actions of those surrounding me affect the course of what

many perceive to be their own destiny 

or what I perceived to be mine within this reality. 

As each person strides to achieve their own destiny 

a full range of feelings can change ones path. 

Yet those wonderful feelings of Hate, Love, Sadness or Happiness 

just to name a few is the reason for so many passions 

to what we try achieve.

You could be a child made of love.

To only suffer sadness. That rises to stardom by songs of happiness. 

To be taken suddenly by a bullet of hate. 

We all have seen this scenario. 

So wether or not it is the feelings I have mentioned

or those countless other feelings we all posses. 

Understanding this explains that feelings 

can cause us to pass or fail at this test of life. 

Then again this trait also makes this short life more enjoyable. 

Without feelings Art, Music, and Literature this existence

 on this planet may be dull and boring.

So I guess I feelings are needed.

Then again why are we told not to feel what we feel? 

Take a pill for that. Take a pill for this.

I guess looking at it from my perspective 

the most common feeling we would actually share 

probably would be CRAZY. 

We all have to be to think that none of us think that feelings 

can change the course of our lives every second. 

They are needed even if it will be our demise. 

Then again maybe we should think more. 

Then we won’t feel so STUPID. 

WE ALL LEAVE LOVED BEHIND

(CAT FACE KILLER)

Just looking for a simple life.

A time without pain.

Wondering where to find peace.

Not the mentally insane.

Looking out to the edge.

Gazing into the sky.

Wake up in cold sweats.

This world will die.

Regardless who we are.

We all leave love behind.

This can not be life.

Searching for an answer.

That don’t exist.

Killing.

Killing like cancer.

Try defying gravity.

Float in this world.

Every perfect relationship has death.

I’m sorry to have to tell you a golden rule.

No one get out alive.

Everything we love will die.

One way or another.

We all leave love behind.

It’s all here for now. Keep Returning for more…

INSIDE MY MIND

Inside my mind.

My walls.

Never.

Limitless possibilities.

No reason. No rhyme.

Can you hear the silence, peace, and tranquility?

No direction. No sign.

Lost in the thoughts.

Never found eternal darkness the emptiness sound.

How long could I last?

Will I be found?

Trapped.

Trapped.

I 

Test Subject A (Only A Chosen Few)

No failing here.

Just try not shed a tear.

Please sign here.

First thing is what is your greatest fear?

Can you describe to me the things you feel when you see the biggest fear the is inside of me.

I play god in an amphitheater pleasing your ear with a saw you see but can not feel as a nerve is blocked and the saw blade turns in a sequence of Fibonnacci .

Notes are taken. Smiles all around. You now grin ear to ear with a cut of a surgeon. Still no pain. Still a pulse. The show must go on. More CC’s. 

Welcome back. You just dozed off. Might be the sedative. We need you coherent. This is imperative. 

Now back to notes. Back to the Threshold Test. As you can clearly see my students no pain is shown. Time to open up the Chest.

How are we doing? Ratchet. Sorry doctor he’s falling below 40 percent.

Well while we are at it. Let’s just try to see how much he can take. Let’s pull his lungs out that’s a fear you can not fake.

Now I see those eyes as big as pies. 

Doctor, Doctor.. The nurse cries. We are losing him fast. Why can’t you realize?

I do I do. I just like seeing the fear in his eyes. None are quite as tough as Test Subject A 

H.C. Nightshade -The Secret of Death

Sometimes you just have one of those days. Today is one of those. Finally after so many times witnessing it I am now going to be facing it. It’s definitely hard to comprehend it at first. It’s quite indescribable. Surreal. Everything on this planet slows down. You actually feel Earth’s rotation. Silence completely surrounds the planet and then fast forwards to chaos as your mind tries to make sense of this diagnosis. Death. Oh, how can I describe it. It’s now putting a final countdown to life. What is now occurring is rationalizing. Rationalizing one’s life. At least I did. Now, of course this leads you to now need to know who you’re narrator is on this I guess memoir of my so called life. Well that answer is I was born dead. Currently now looking to learn how to take care of my personal belongings and leave this planet the way I came in. With absolutely nothing. Not saying I have much now. Yet I do not want sympathy I just want to live the rest of my life. Really live it. Live it better than before and leave with nothing. Little will anyone know I’m Dying. Yet when I am done everyone will know. Matter of fact. If you are reading this. Well, Let’s see how can I say it. I’m dead. Now this will be our little secret. Worst problem with this is you really have to keep it. You’ll get to know some of these people in my life. You’ll even maybe fall in love with some of these people. Even as my symptoms may get worst I don’t want to get any special attention. So it’s pretty nice to know that two can keep a secret if one is dead. In this case that dead person is me. Therefore what you are reading will now be the past. So there is nothing you really can do for me than just smile for me. Hopefully I can at least entertain you from time time to time or maybe teach a lesson. Also since this now considered past yet you’re joining me currently I apologize ahead of the time for this writing as I have never written something like this before. Also for timeline as we are only moving forward from this point and time as a vacation of life December 24th, 2014. This has now been the beginning of my end. I hope this will be worth your time. As I now know how valuable time is. It’s the most precious thing we have available on this planet. So without anymore background or wasted time. Here is the secret to a peaceful death.