Helga

That girl, looked at me, through her side parted hair.

This world, booked me free, on spot then and there.

I cried, like a child, at a time.

When she lied, frenzied wild, sloth is a crime.

I shout point blank, and live life like a harlot.

That black biker gang, silencers sound like a maggot.

 

Grunge is dead.

So they said.

I killed them.

Like R.E.M.

 

Grass is green.

Dawn is seen.

Evening is black.

Vanguards, Attack!

 

This black feeling,

Pours down from the ceiling.

I drown myself in red rum.

Rattle & Hum.

 

I was standing, in her lane.

I expected her, on her window pane.

I must account, for being insane.

I mocked at my nocturnal pain.

 

Every morning, and every day.

You give me the reason to stay.

For all the urban tears of sorrow-

You give me the hope of a bright tomorrow.

 

Anyone who disobeys-

Would be left to his own ways.

No eternal reward-

Can now save us from the Tudors sword.

No amount of worrying-

Will change the past recurring.

No amount of repentance-

Can change the past countenance.