Last Time I Was Here
In the valleys I augment, forlorn
Singing gently, to the glistening moon
Thorns, pique me hard, my skin is torn
My heart, is crushed, my beloved is doomed
Drinking to good will, and health
I pound on the counter, tapping a tune
For love, alas, can be found in wealth
My daughter will return home, soon
Doomed, to life in the clutches of turpitude
Possessed, riches are a demon in disguise
My love has departed, disappeared for good
While my eyes, ooze with tears, I cry to the skies
Sited by the window, I linger, akin to a hunting tiger
Brandy tumbler in hand, awaiting her arrival
Revelling in the warmth, I fish out my lighter
Light my cigarette, and marvel at my antique rifle
Drifting through the woodland, my soul laid bare
Lacking a care, for I possess, no intention to subsist
I lightly kiss, my single memoir of her, a strand of hair
One standing prayer, before I progress, to incise my wrist
Toppling over my own two feet, frantic, and unaided
She did not arrive, with a crushed heart, I stretch to my gun
My daughter was my life, I’m abandoned, and I hate it
So goodbye vindictive world, my epoch has been fun
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A sudden change of heart, tempts this girl, to find her love
As she races through the forest, weeping with delight
The sight in front of her, makes her plummet to the mud
Her beloved lays dead, accompanied only by a knife
Tears of joy turn to woe, she returns home, that very night
Crashing through the door, needing to see her father
She drops to her knees, and weeps, as he lays lifeless
Her most beloved in the world, are gone, her heart is shattered
In a tunnel to depression, she remembers the old days, so righteous
She prays to the sky, talks to her father and her dearest
knowing what has to be done, she no longer fears it
‘Last time I was here, all was peaceful and great
But I’m coming to heaven, to meet you, so wait.