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Do you know how to recognise,
the beginning, of the end of your
life,
contrary to popular belief,
it's not hard to concieve,
it
begins,
just when you just think,
that everything,
could not be
better than it already is...
Hell began on an ordinary night,
when me and my buddy
Mike,
were taking in the sights,
of a city without lights,
we
were just walking and talking,
laughing and joking,
Singing at the
top of our voices,
making all sorts of noises,
Just two young
thugs,
as the cops would term us,
and every other lad, having
fun,
Without a care in the world,
and from afar,
we saw this
car,
it was a Merc,
and yap,
it was all that,
and a big bag of
snacks,
something was happening,
it was shaking, jumping and
rocking,
me and Mike looked at each other knowingly,
smiled, turned
away from the moaning,
A bloodcurling yell of pain, stops us in our
tracks,
Just what the hell, is going on in that racks'?,
Pleas of
mercy,
concern me,
makes Mike think about advancing,
coz thats a
young damsel,
who's voice we're discerning,
we hear someone
fumbling with the door,
then a blow,
some choking sounds,
then
some one begins to gurgle,
Mike makes a move toward them,
and I grab
him,
"Stop clowning!",
"forget them!"
"lets be on our way to bed
hombre",
he'll not be consoled,
a woman's in trouble,
and this
fogothaya, just has to play the hero,
"leave this alone, Michael",
I
beg and implore,
"did not this lass know,
what she was getting
herself into?",
wasted words,
I try and hold him back,
but he's
too strong,
drags me along,
so,
I see his point,
I accept to
help so long,
as I head the confrontation,
"maaan, I'm telling
you,
this is loco",
we reach the car, but something is
wrong,
it's now so quiet, I'm getting danger signals,
I knock at the
window,
ready to apologise for my rude intersession,
but when the
glass comes down,
I'm staring, at a hand gun,
and maan,
you
should have just,
seen how fast,
I hit the earth,
I'm not trying
to get killed,
...but...OH BLOODY SHI*!
Mike was behind me!,
and
it hits me,
just as I hear two shots explode above me,
this cannot
be happening,
Mike is clutching,
at his chest, & he's
tottering,
gently moaning,
he hits the gound and start
groaning,
again silence,
shattered by my scream,
this has got to
be a dream,
It can't be real,
Mike, speak to me or
something!,
Devil takes caution with him,
I rush to Mike
Imediately,
and while kneeling,
I grab him,
and half lift
him,
he's too heavy,
I drop him after a few seconds,,
there is
agony, written all over his face,
blood is pouring out of every
orrifice,
he tries to speak but nought comes out,
blood just slowly
seeps out,
the corner of his mouth,
Mike!
Say it ain't
so!
Please!
tell me that it's all a big Joke,
Please start
laughing,
make fun of me or something,
come on, do anything,
but
just don't lie there, you're scaring me!,
...nothing,
just the door
of the car behind me,
slowly opening,
I hear footsteps
crunching,
I hear the gun cocking,
but none of this is truly
registering,
I'm not feeling,
I'm numb, I'm having trouble
breathing,
and I'm crying,
actually hysterically weeping,
Then,
something snaps inside my mind,
and I realise,
I'm not yet tired of
life,
I feint and dive to the right,
too late charlie,
you are
not as fast as you think you might,
I feel hot in my head,
streaming
blood messes my sight,
I lay very still, my body paralysed,
My
head feels completely pulverised,
my mouth is full of grit,
I try to
spit,
but all I achieve,
is gulping down some of it,
oh oh,....
now I'm in deep shi*,
my body refuses to do what I tell it,
whats
wrong with it?,
does it not know that if I kick,
then I'm going down
with it?,
I feel myself being overturned,
now I'm staring at the
stars,
It... is.... sooo peaceful,
I just want to lie here without
being disturbed,
I feel tired,
my pain is now dulled,
but,....
why do I feel so sad?,
no matter,
time has stopped, I want to sleep
so bad,
suddenly,
this face fills up my area of
visibility,
jolting me back fully,
to reality,
back to my
futility,
my helpless fatality,
to await the knell of
finality,
Impassively,
I observe him,
lift up the gun, and point
it at me,,
I'll never forget the expression he was wearing,
the said
he would murder me,
gladly,
without his concience ever bothering
him,
without even a bit of a warning,
NOOOOO!
and this time my
body responds,
ROOOLL!
I twist and turn like a dervish sniffing
coke,
then the gun explodes,
again and again,
I spin and
turn,
rise to my feet and begin to run,
zigzag-ing, right and
left,
I'm I hit?
I don't know yet,
I can't stop to check,
I
have to keep on pumping legs,
blood, almost bursting my veins,
my
head throbbing with pain,
makes me feel like he's lobbing
grenades,
jumping and dodging like I'm crazed,
leaving him shocked
and amazed,
even when he is clicking an empty gun,
I'm still
checking how fast I can run,
not even risking a backward glance,
not
giving this negro a second chance,
Run Charles,
...better hasten
that ass,
Run fast Charles,
this may very well be your last
dance,
tired is a concept, you don't understand,
reactions and
reflex, taking over command,
run, like you have never before
run,
escape, is now your main concern,
I need to get home,
I need
a bath,
I need clean clad,
to wash the dried blood,
Thank God it
was just a scratch,
It's miraculous,
that the bullet didn't
penetrate my skull.
I'm dark and demented,
macabre and tormented,
I set upon this
path,
and I'll never be repentant,
I have big plans,
for a big
man,
and his descendants,
I'm a big fan,
of paybacks,
and
vendettas,
I have these visions in my brain,
driving me insane,
a
voice calling out my name,
asking to be avenged,
Do not worry
Miguel,
this story has a sequel,
if noone shall strike a blow for
ye, I will,
just wish me well,
he won't get away with it,
no
matter who he thinks he is,
even if mephestopheles,
is who he
affiliates with,
I'll hunt him down proper,
I'll give nor take no
quarter,
coz I owe a debt of honour,
and my anger only makes me
stronger,
with these thoughts on my mind,
of teaching a lesson to
him and his kind,
I raise mine voice to the sky,
I swear to get this
guy, or die,
In my mind,
I've killed this guy 59 times,
watched
him cry,
for me to spare his life,
I cannot decide,
exactly how I
want him to die,
I cannot decide,
exactly which torture-mode I
like,
I sit and brood,
about what I should do,
like, what weapon
should I use,
what time of day should I choose,
do it in public?
or hidden from view,
and where do I find this fool?
I've got to
make this plan foolproof,
I still can't believe Michael is
gone,
wait,
someone has got to call his mom,
and when she answers
the phone,
I'm hearing her cry and sob,
She asks me whats going
on,
why would her son,
not want to live any
more,
WHAT?!?
haven't you heard?,
Mike committed suicide,
late
last night,
HE DID?!?
yes indeed,
the cops called and told her
this,
they also said that he killed
the girl with him,
police
suspect she cheated on him,
enraged, he twisted her neck,
then, put
two bullets through his chest!,
surely you jest,
you can't be
serious?,
why would Miguel,
even want to Kill himself?,
thats
what the Police said,
infact, its the boss who rang,
he also
said...
you are a wanted man,
I gave him your address,
and phone
just incase,
coz I'm sure, there must be a big mistake,
Mrs.
waiharo,
wanted to know,
why I never told her before,
Mike was so
in trouble,
that he was suicidal,
ma'am, your son was shot,
If I
was to guess who's fault,
I would say it was....,
a soon to be dead
cop,
listen, I've got to go,
I will call later and tell you
all,
I've got to get away from home,
far away from this zone,
get
out the door,
sneak like a commando,
making sure,
no one awaits
to finish me off,
I'm becoming Paranoid,
but it's either that, or be
destroyed,
so from now on,
I'm going to trust noone,
I need
somewhere to stay
I make my way,
to riai,
from there I can
operate,
for a couple of days,
I'm outside this
house,
creeping as quiet as a mouse,
in a silence Profound,
I
contemplate the night sounds,
It's exactly the kind of hour,
when
mischief's about,
the sky is filled with clouds,
rain gently hits
the ground,
today I plan to kill somebody,
and I don't know how I
feel about it,
Do I relish the moment,
Or is this task too
daunting?,
the usual push and pull,
of the concience and the
fool,
No longer sure what to do,
They never talked about this in
school,
my eyes are blood-red,
from this pain in my head,
my
clothes are drenched,
but my intent is not fled,
my teeth are
clenched,
now my eyes are wet,
and my heart is wrent,
thinking of
how my best friend went,
I would never have believed,
that I would
have so much hate,
never thought I would live,
to come to such a
fate,
And now it's too late,
too much is at stake,
the guy made
his mistake,
and ammends have got to be made,
I know that I doom
myself,
by taking this course.
But I don't care anymore,
I don't
care if I live or not,
Just one purpose,
only one thing drives me
on,
I want to see his carcass,
hewn down; it's life gone,
he has
got to learn hard,
that a man with a gun,
is as mortal as the
one,
he shot without a qualm,
Its not fun on my part,
I'm not
leaving any calling cards,
Just a couple of bursts,
and then I'll
depart,
I must banish these thoughts,
It's now time for the
Pawn,
to move across the Board,
and destroy them all,
I got the
meat for the dogs,
A club for the guards,
A piece for the
cause,
and God forgive us all,
Everything goes according to
plan,
no one to mess with my work,
now to find this clown,
show
him a whole world of hurt,
I move through the back door,
with the
lights off,
Only being guided,
by his drowsy slight Cough,
Good,
his room is on the first floor,
I kick in the door,
while
switching the lights on,
Wake-up Nugu!,
Get-up and don't make a fool
move!,
Guess who!
The grim reaper is here to scoop you,
Just give
me two reasons,
Why I shouldn't kill you!,
Time is over! ,
Game
is up, you lose,
Seeing him again,
re-ignites my hatred of
him,
seeing his wife in bed,
makes me want her to share in his
fate,
To apease my blood thirst,
I also want his children in,
I'd
kill everything he loves,
and still never be quenched,
And as I
stand there,
I realise that this would never end,
It would be
unfair,
to punish them all coz of their dad,
It would be the same
deal,
Only that I replace him,
Unwanton Killing,
Coz one has a
victim,
I put two to his head,
turned around and left the den,
I
had sought revenge,
and almost lost my own sense instead.
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