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GOOD BYE,
IMMORTALS
Even you, moon, are afraid of me. Why
are you hiding yourself under the
clouds?
Why are all you people running away
from me, why do you fear me?
All I need is communication, all I
want is life.
Over there. Another man, he runs fast
in the desert night street, he looks
around, he seems nervous, he passes
near me. A cold shudder crosses his
back-bone, it grabs the brain for a
while and then it leaves him, even
more scared, even faster in his rush.
A breath of Death has blown on his
neck. Escaped. From me? Why? Is it
so terrible to meet the Lady in Black?
I walk, I slide on the street, I wave
in the skies, when I open my mouth a
life fades out, the eyes I stare close
themselves forever.
God! God! Why have you done this to
me?
Why have you condemned me to bring
death, to be Death?
Why, evil God? I seek communication
and I bring silence.
My touch kills, my voice frightens, my
presence is avoided, even in the
talks, shunned even in the thoughts.
It is raining, the boy drives fast.
At his side his girlfriend.
They chat, they smile, they TALK.
I can't stand it.
She lives my love.
She can talk where I can't.
I open my eyes, I stare, terribly.
I breath.
The car skids, it screeches, it turns
uncontrolled.
The voices scream, the boy cries, the
girl closes her eyes.
The car breaks into a tree.
The wind blows on her life.
And it goes.
I have hugged another life, I have
kissed another human being but it
remains only dead meat of it. The
soul is gone, stealt by God, or his
friend the Devil, the childish pair
who jokes with a planet and its souls.
I am here, following their whims,
giving the matter for their battle
games.
I take the life, they take the soul
and they leave me only a cold heap of
cells. I work for them, I slave for
them, I suffer and I can't talk.
Nobody loves me, on the street no
smile meets my eyes.
I stink, yes, I stink, my smell is the
one of the decomposed organic
substance, of the cemetery, of the
tomb. My breath is the air of a
grave.
I walk along the street, comfortable
in my darkness, the stars grin at me,
the black dress grazes the ground and
the pale skin covers my sad spirit.
I feel a human life, maybe it's the
right one, I swiftly move near it, I
taste its warm breath, I feel the
living vibrations.
No, don't be afraid, I don't hurt, I
don't want to hurt you.
You run and I chase.
You are frightened and I open my arms.
I want to talk, to open my heart.
I open my mouth and you kneel down to
the ground.
Why? Why don't you resist to me?
I see your eyes, facing their death,
wide open and desperate.
How can I bring so much pain?
I open my mouth, I want to talk.
Please, love, talk to me. Oh love
talk to me.
The sparkle of my pupils is warm and
friendly, it seeks love, warm love.
It touches your eyes, it lights them
for a while and then...
They close, forever.
Another life on the altair of the
dwelling duo, another vital fluid
vanished in my fingers. I can't stand
it anymore.
I can't touch life, I can't feel its
warm bumps, I can taste only cold
blood. My words will never reach the
head of a human being.
Communication gives a meaning to the
Things.
I can't communicate, I can't be.
I prefer to cease to exist, to
disappear forever, to cheat once for
all God and Devil, to leave them to
starve on decayed souls, already
devoured. No more souls to handle
guys, this is going to be the planet
of flesh.
Good bye, cruel world, I won't breath
again.
Your soul will stay caged in the body,
nothing but the meat.
Good bye, immortals.
Macno/Abnormalia