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"