Rest In Peace
The still of the night is peirced by the shrill ring of a telephone… Some where Metallica is fading to black… You rub your eyes and take the phone in your hands. The number on the blue screen is familiar. You wonder who it could be at this hour…
The black night is curdled with faint pink and orange. You’re curious and decide to take the call…
The voice on the other end stops the clockwork of your life for just one faltering moment…
The caller is calling out your name again and again, as if in the past 7 months, he hasn’t had the opportunity to taste the sugar of the syllables, that spell out your name…
James Hetfield decided to shut up… its all quite now. Somewhere in some part of the world, someone is calling out your name, wanting to once again hear the voice that could once turn him on at any time of the day. It’s suddenly growing cold and your throat is frozen. You are frozen. He is still calling your name. The tears are frozen too. They refuse to come out. The voices in your head that you had killed with the spade with which you later dug their graves, are coming back…
You throw away the phone as if it was on fire. It breaks in three parts, each with a life of its own, magically flying in a different direction.
Tonight you will perform the final ritual… you take a cold bath and and come out, dripping wet… you take twelve rounds around your bed… its time to bury your past.
Its time to move on…
Its time to forgive him…
No tears… You’re incapable of them anymore… Tonight you will celebrate the demise of your deepest emotions… Tonight you celebrate the demise of a part of you… Tonight you enjoy the completeness that this disfigurement affords. Tonight you bury your past… finally…
Tags: fade to black, james hetfield, metallica, unforgiven, death
Sameer says:
excellent
November 14th, 2005 at 07:26 pm