Sunday Mournin’ (Ars Medicata)

While dreadfully seeking through my mind
For an arousing impulse of some kind,
I come across myself asleep;
They shock like fuck: I searched too deep!

But I just love myself asleep
And I convinced them: ’It-s a gift!’
But no machine can understand
The nightmares of a crazy man…

Their trades of flesh blossom like spring
As I rise wounded from within:
“Do not disturb a sleeping sheep!
That step’s the last, that step’s a leap!”

Oh you’ll come cheap someday you know
And then I’ll barter for your soul
That day is near and you’re away
Come closer now… I’m here to stay…
Awake…

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