Nothings seems anymore to quench
For me this eternal thirst,
This endless quest and sleepless nights
From which every night, with unholy desires I burn.
Pondering away, while hammering the muse
Gently knocks on my head,with unmerciful thoughts
From which I desire to escape as wild and free
As they unwillingly drag me, bending my will by bonding me to their way.
And nothing seems anymore to quench
For me this eternal thirst,as I hear them
All the time calling me and shouting nonstop my name,
Giving me shivers and wishing me chained to be forever their slave.
Dorian Petersen Potter