Not A Simple Twist Of Fate

   

An old man is digging on his backyard - what he's looking for, I don't know. For sure, I could lend him a hand, but I'm heading for nowhere and it's getting late.

Another man named Bello, a thief by state, a trader maybe too, he stays at the cemetery when the moonlight starts to shine. Come here, he says. I won't do you no wrong - you'll feel no pain. You'll just remember a vague nightmare, I'll just steal your brain.

And I flee and escape and the daylight comes. My feet are aching, there is nowhere to hide. I feel my senses collapsing, my mouth is getting dry. The road has no end and nobody is at sight.

I fall on my knees. I fall on the dusty ground. I want to spit my poison, but I got none. And the devil comes to greet me with an evil grin.

Go away, vade retro, you old snake. I used to be among the crowd that followed you - I departed from it. Leave me alone, will ya? And let me die under this sycamore tree.

Oh well, I'll leave you then, but I'll send you women with eyes of fire that will use you, and seduce you, and abuse you if you don't remember this advice: do whatever you want, but don't look behind.

Two bodies lying on the ground - that's meant to be my fate too. I think of running away, I think of calling the cops. But it's to no avail. And a hurricane is blowing.

I sell my jewellery, I sell my guitar. I buy some stranger's clothes and a coffin so I'll have a place to rest until eternity comes.

I watch the sunset die. I remember your smile. Everything goes by, you see. Only your beauty stays the same. Your eyes are forever engraved in my mind.

As I picture myself on the remains your gravestone, I just remember your song - Only the good die young.

January 2004.

Comments

[Jed]

Merci.

Je ne l'aime pas trop. J'aurais du le relire, et probablement le réecrire avant de poster.

C'est prometteur, mais ça pourrait être bien mieux ;)

Merci quand même pour ton commentaire. Ça va m'encourager à faire mieux...

[zoukette]

Ce texte est magnifique.