Tp wrote:... What Im trying to get at is that, yes he is a flawed god of racing, but a god nonetheless.
Please, do not take me too seriously. I don't even want Michael Schumacher to retire (I have a weakness for "complicated souls").
But, after reading Tp's post, somehow I feel this could be a nice farewell for Mr. Schumacher:
Darkness and the Shadow of Light
by James O'Barr
I feel like a statue of an armless angel
Broken; hurt
Flawed at my very core,
Rage jets thru my veins,
A black blood poison
Hot with fury
It rolls off me like smoke,
Like sad music
My soul rises up
From the Red Sky of the West:
A fiery chariot amassed of Iron,
Steel, engine parts
Bones, both human and animal
With a hideous velocity
I scream across the heavens,
Washing the countryside
In a sick sweet death
Like some monstrous plague
Anger boils over me
In a screaming rain
And I want to destroy everything;
If I were a god
Everything would die a slow, horrific death
I look at my arms.
There are spiders in my veins,
They are glossy blue-black:
The color of sin, the color of a waxed Porsche.
The crimson hourgasses on their backs
Shine like Christmas tree decorations
The spiders mate, they f*** in my blood
Discharging a sick dead venom
That dozes up and down my arteries
Eating at the last innocence of my soul
To live, I must release them
With trembling fingers
I pick up a straight razor,
Its rusted serrated edge like
The fringe of a shadow
The razor needs soft flesh
Like a dozen red roses
I give the gift of freedom to the Spiders:
A rush of blood, down my forearm
An alizarin crimson curtain
Rising, like my soul,
To signal the start of the end
Who will be the slave to the spiders,
Now?