STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CUTS AND TRAPS!

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.

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