The Fuck do I do Now

So, I spent last night thinking of you,
Whoever the fuck you are,
I'm surely less sure of that answer than you are.

And Whoever the bloody fuck you are,
Who the bleeding fuck am I?

My concrete cell

There is a concrete cell wherein I'm constantly trapped.

I've been clawing at the edifice of all of my broken dreams.

And the hard door won't budge and it muffles my screams.

There are scratch marks all along the concrete in my cell.

My fingers are bloodied daily as I try to get out.

Yet, there is no way out. There is no exit.  

For Her

For Her

For those beautiful deep Moorish eyes have stolen my heart.

My desert saint, I've loved you since before I knew you.

For this child of Elissa I have boundless love to share.

Yes, my angel, I close my eyes and we are together,

But my heart aches across the distance between us.

The world is a wide chasm that holds us a part.

And those deep beautiful Moorish eyes are oceans,

For I will sail them, across you memories as I drift,

Waiting for the wind to carry me into your heart.

Yes my cherub, I will always cherish you,

Our love is the immortality the very gods covet.

Your love is ruby of immeasurable value.

Because those deep beautiful Moorish eyes have enslaved me,

You corsair of times passed, I'm your prisoner,

Ask me the question and I will be you renegado

Yes my saint, I will abandon all for you.

You are my new faith, my new sword, my revolt.

And my heart feels new when it thinks of you.

When I think of those deep beautiful Moorish eyes,

I lose myself in dreams of Carthage, and love everlasting,

Ever your slave, I am your Aeneas....