When I’m feeling lonely in the night
I grab a glass jar candle and set it alight
Strumming on my guitar with madness
I start the seance with chords of sadness

To summon an old friend to share in pain
And together we just start to play
As I strum through my melody
She paints out of the melancholy

Frida paints the streams of solemn tears
Raing down upon my guitar strings
Marigolds surround the atmosphere
And what comfort does it really bring

We sing sad songs together for a while
And drink them away into denial
But it’s hard to really drown them away
When the bastards learn to swim anyway

We cry and cry until we have fallen asleep
The kind of rest from a sadness so deep
I wake up feeling healed by an artist
Who’s therapeutic exercise relieved catharsis

My heart is cured from depths of sorrow
When spending time with the ghost
Of Frida Kahlo

© The Black Lotus