Siesta
My heart yearns to love,
In my grave!
But my girl i never found.
Troubling my nerves,
A sleepless galling head.
My body disintegrating!
And
They are banging noisy drums!
And they are blowing,
them enchanting horns
of doomsday!!
They come at last,
retarded oldest sins.
Nailing…. hurting
Deep..deep…. deep!!!
while i was Dreaming,
Demons will wed her to demons!!
Their leader,
One mighty Satan
And the way he walks
And the way he talks!!
Those ugly painful curses!!!
Yes and his…..
the longest cane……
I saw him
again and again
in these mine never ending
eternal dreams!!!
And they were banging noisy drums
And they were Blowing the enchanting horns!!
To wed her
in that ancient court!!
So i must dream
Lasting Images!!
of colourless yet colourful seashores
inhabited by countless demons,
Visiting me when I am
Half asleep!!
And yes I will wish them away
While thinking of my girl!!
But there again!!!
My girl!
Will never be found!!
Siesta
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