What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

 

 

Deadly Gift

 

 

 

Nick’s vehicle slid on the road,

The speed exceeded one hundred miles,

A comet coma was our car,

The engine exhaled and died,

It flew over the mound,

Its tail was studded with muddy clots,

He  didn’t used the brakes,

He fought to regain control,

We would have been both dead,

It’s how he died,

And I stayed alive,

It was one hundred yards,

Separating me from my buddy’s death,

I understood at once,

The car accident was lethal,

I didn’t need to feel his pulse,

 I had just felt the end,

It didn’t have a tiny life sparkle,

Nick didn’t live,

He was dead like a chair, a table,

They don’t have the pulse,

I crawled out of wreck of a crumpled meat grinder,

Covered in blood mine and his,

I was a mirror,

He was dead like a meatball,

Served in a dirty ashtray,

I remember his grieving girlfriend,

She cried louder than his Mom,

Like a captured bird she fluttered,

In the strong hands of her father,

She might have gone crazy,

She strongly believed in a plot,

In assassination without a gun,

‘Nick was a genius,

That’s why they killed him,

The average loves the norm’,

Full of suggestions she looked to us weeping,

I was afraid my heart would explode,

I didn’t dare to face her pain,

Next day she needed treatment,

She attempted to follow Nick,

He was too far though,

Before we all went crazy,

For a moment I thought to run away,

Pretending it was one more horrible dream,

The train of my thoughts flew through void, time and space,

Overcrowded with faces,

Wide-eyed I saw the present, the past,

I could foresee the next,

I never saw my own fate,

I clearly knew what would happen to them,

The devil designed patterns,

I simply read his accurate drafts  of paces.