There once was a girl who was sad
she wear what is black so to hide
when summer is here the dress,
it calls heat that drenches
these cloth in summer will have her mad.

Dishes served full are well laid on the table
prawns are glittering adornments
though only yesterday
their tentacles were tasting the river
not knowing they would be in another water
in the river of saliva
grinded and pulped for a tasty moksha.

The rain falls unabated from last night.

Who'll go out to feed?, asks a voice.

Does never being hungry feel the same stress
as being hungry most of the time?

The answer is in the clouded eyes
watching the eyes
joyful for one more chance.

Waves of emotion crashing over me, i break
it rises, it's time for the tide
increased levels of unwanted emotion, i fake
now floods every part of my drowning mind

Thickets of rooted regret follows my scent,
running through loathed forests blindly
looking towards the heavens, i'm ready to ascend
the wind of change blows within my soul, kindly

i'm running in a waking nightmare, dreaming
a marathon of dark dangerous deceived destinations
awoken in cold sweats wailing, screaming
demons whisper beyond the trees, getting lost in all translations

the sandman hugs me to sleep tonight
my head on a clouded pillow lie
my wary eyes has given up its fight
in my welcomed rem state, i say good bye