Posted By: Thriller (*to be deleted*) on 'Poetry' Title: Invisible Scar (Part Five) Date: Sat Aug 12 20:44:58 1995 "Forget it", I suggest to the mirror. And mirror said: "You will die." And then it said:"Don't worry, little boy I know how to kill. How could you see a vamp to sigh and cry? It never happened and never will." A smile, a touch, a caressing screen sea of emotions that haven't been Cheer up, you poet, head up, my singer the scar that you love is not invisible I looked at my finger and searched the scar. My mirror said:" It never bled." I called to my mind a glimpse in her eyes My mirror said:" They never shed a single tear. Stop thinking about this my little dear. The story you remembered it's just in your mind. The vamp you're thinking of you'll never find. Believe me, tiger, she doesn't exist. You were just a line on her amusement list. For you, my honey, it's really too late Your soul is already in virtual state." A smile, a touch, a caressing screen sea of emotions that haven't been Cheer up, you poet, head up, my singer the scar that you love can't be invisible The mirror looked at me and told a riddle. "It's very small and it's invisible." Although I knew this chat goes too far It made me look at my fictitious scar Although I knew it will turn me to stone There was no doubt that the scar is already gone I didn't believe and it made me cry. Mirror said:"Now you're free, my darling, and you can die." A smile, a touch, a caressing screen Sea is not here and never been Go bad, you poet, give up, my singer The scar that you loved is now invisible And in a very faraway land vampire marvels at frenzy so strong And in a very faraway land the vamp only knows that the mirror might be wrong? But no one asked, damn', no one asked... But: if I could change the fate, I'd do the miracles never seen and things never done before by a man's hand. But: it's been so late, Mina, oh God, so late. Spending the last moments, overjoyed Drinking the last days, drooling when the weeks remain, count the days when the days remain, count the hours when the hours remain, count the minutes because I just can't stop thinking. It's a cold logic. I wish I could break the damn' mirror..the mirror on the wall. PS: This series is getting slowly out of my hands, but I think I'll post there all the parts I have already written although they're not worth the reading unless intoxicated. Kind of mental deviation, guess. Thriller "Whatever happens, remember, I'm the only one to blame"
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