Adult Film Star Fabrice'

Luna Bourbon Street

I became a creature of the moon.
No more day for me:
only the veil of the night to hide my misery.
Whose fault? Who is to blame for this fate?
Of the mistakes of a distant time ... Yet, around the corner,
an unhealthy love, madness, sold soul to the devil.
does not matter anymore, not more.

It 's like a sweet song, Gothic and elusive to tell my story:
listen and know everything, without that I should talk about it.
I just have to walk on this desolate road, bathed by the moon.
Listening to those magical notes ... let me drag as ...
I can not stop me, I must be here every night
to chase my wake below the fold of the moon,
with my pale face and a crowd with me ...

I crawl along this path and God is my witness:
know to be wrong and I repent and regret every night,
However, this is my destiny;
condemned to repeat it endlessly.

The endless pain of this if no love is
all happened long ago, as ever, as ever,
have been promised in this life, as a sacrificial lamb,
have been promised that drags me in the dark ...
I do not know, never again, the light of noon
is simply given me the light show at midnight.
A veil of coldness hides my bitter and beastly grin: I
the hands of sinful but the heart of a saint.
And my shadow is tainted by the shadow of the moon.

He, he, he ...
He walks every day along the streets of this city,
he is guilty, unworthy and contemptible.
I was waiting in his long, day, at night,
I waited long and painful, day and night fighting
my self-esteem, against reason, against the madness.
I prayed to the Immaculate Virgin, during the absurd expectation.
I loved what I was destroyed.
I destroyed what I loved.

I drag my poor limbs tormented every single night.
Maybe I will see, maybe you will see my shadow
a moonlit night breeze along Bourbon Street ...


(poetry inspired by the song Moon Over Bourbon Street Sting , a sort of remake! I read the text in the blog Sails / Ivy and from there, at his suggestion, the idea to write poems inspired by the suggestions generated by the song. This is the result: I find I have much in common with the gothic melancholy of the original text ...)