Game Over

The sun's red lightning electrified me, mistrals were galloping madly through my darkest thoughts propelling me to the cliffs of my soul.
I raised my hands to the sky giving my tears to grief between the stars and cold-blooded clouds.
I was turning into fire, my body warmed up, my teeth clenched, my hair crackled under the long flames that danced all through my body, my wings melted as well, and my feathers got lost in the sand of time. Acute pain suddenly sprouted inside my chest opening it, propelling cupid’s arrow to infinity.
I felt him, his dark presence, he was here between this fiery circus with his black wings ready to fly me to the meadows of heaven, when I shouted: “The day I die, please take care of my life”. He let me go for a while and I wrote.

The day I die, please take care of my life.
Don’t hurt her*, without her I couldn’t have written.
Tell her that without her the cathedrals in my heart wouldn’t have rung with love.
The day I die, please take care of my life,
Tell her how much I am going to miss her drowned in this coat of ground,
Tell her I forgive her all; the misadventures, the bad days and the heartaches.
The day I die please take care of my life,
Tell her how much I’ll miss seeing her float on a bed of roses waiting for dawn,
Tell her I am sorry for the days I didn’t appreciated her fully,
The day I die please take care of my life,
Tell her I regret nor will I forget a thing,
Tell her that tears rolled down my face when I watched her release herself from my body on a track of rock music full of nostalgia and melancholia.
The day I die, please take care of my life.
The day I die, I have only thought of it once, while writing this note.


* My life is a "she"

SN