Beautiful it is, the moon above
so as stars shining bright, very loved.

The cold breeze hot it seems to me,
Heart frantic inside me, so eager to be released
The stench of blood and rotten flesh envelopes me like a mother does for her child,
fragrant and soothing, so much warmth.

Men of three chase me from behind
Looking for my love, if she, too, wanted me back
But no! She doesn't.

I ran as fast as my feet can go,
Furious as to why she isn't here at all.
Didn't she want me back?
Didn't she cared for me, then?

I wanted her alone to get me back.

Back from the room where the monsters reside,
Back from the straps that shock me from all side
Back from the knives and needles that pierced me even if I abide; and...
back from her, whom her kiss of love saved me from all of the above.

I want her... and her alone
I want to fill her with my love that sends shiver to my very bones,
Alas! If she will not, then I will come.

© vitor