She rushed into the room very cold
Straight to the shower to bath herself cold
Like a body in the morgue her eyes covered with the moist moment of a summer dew
She lay herself on bed like a fat log
Her eyes fixed on the wall above the roof
Reading the inscriptions on the wall that only
The words only them could behold
Dipped my tongue between here lips
To count words that only only her teeth could say
My fingers in the middle of her back
They journeyed through her erector spinae down the pelvis
She was lifeless, her breath was stolen
A dead log lying between my bed and myself
Cold dead, I mean like frozen ocean creatures in contact with electricity and a deep freezer
She is just a dead harridan
Stabbed behind severely severally by trust
Shot forty-four in her head the bullets of betrayer
She\'s murdered by the cold hands of Love
She has given up the ghost, not to life but to love
To affection, to romance and even to fantasies
The magic in my tongue couldn\'t bring her back to life despite the work between her body in-between
I need an elixir of life
The powers of reincarnation
Maybe the magic through incantation
To build a world I can call my nation
But she\'s a harridan between my bed and myself
A cold war I\'m gonna fight all night
With a lifeless soul beside me
But I\'m here lying flat, the words I can\'t lie.