En haut d'un arbre [Poèmes]

Green daylight

Green daylight.
Beautiful in a way.
Last night, someone, a girl, told me something,
She had sparkles in her green eyes,
« Green symbolizes hope »
She said, with her gorgeous smile.
« Hope is a beautiful thing »
I love green, but green is a strange color
And hope isn't always such a beautiful thing.
Hope kills me everyday, over and over.
'Cause everyday I hope that
Someone or something will save me.
This will never happen.
And it kills me, day after day.
I love green, but this love kills me.
Worse.
Green is more perverse than this.
Every day I wake up with a low smile.
I beg for a spark of hope, Hope, for the love of god, tell me,
« Everything will be fine this time »
But everyday is like hell on earth.
Every day I wake up between hope's arms,
And every night despair fucks me with alcohol in my blood.
Hope has beautiful eyes, her voice is so sweet,
But green, my love, my little serpent, why are you torturing me ?