Its irritating beats
Disturb my sleep...
Without reason it beats,
Like a silent drum, it beats.
Day by day it thumps
And I, a man gives birth to new passion
Whenever I see a queen of
Human splendor, it beats more
And more till I can no longer hide
Its orders that make me man.
Is it my weakness to dance
To the rhythm of its beats?
To my displeasure it beats
And brings me to my knees,
It cries without tears!
It loves that which I hate!
It lives where I don’t belong!
It breathes as I do!
Its weakness is my shame,
Its creed I shall wash in my blood.
When darkness falls...
It is the reason for my black tears,
It is all that I would never wish for
And I’d bestow my soul to exorcise
It from my heathen torso!
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