STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CUTS AND TRAPS!
Hysteric and obsession all I know;
Foresaken the dates I am low.
As usual someone far from the Mela;
As usual someone separated in a throw.
One last nap in my bed;
Still I sojourn for a comfort in your breast.
Spoilt – I want to rest;
A Slumber deep soothing sometimes you get late.
Nostalgic old time outflows and undone;
Thou should not go for the crowd.
Bloody hunters out in the thoroughfare;
Rusty Shield standing proud.
In the garden with my hatchet;
For the fruit with the rain.
For the feast I do tame;
Sometimes all I want is my grain.
And the time - bleak memory;
And the time – bleak destiny. Could be fortified and judged;
Bewitched, sometimes memories rust.