I met her on the stairway to heaven
And thought that I’ve already reached
And there began
My descent to Hell.
I loved her from the bottom of my heart
And she became the reason of my life
And there began
My march to Death.
I saw her everywhere, in my thoughts, in my dreams
And in the air I breathed, the food I ate
And there beagn
My insomniac Dyspepsia.
I bought a vial of cyanide
And her love my love no longer holds her captive
And here begins
My road to Freedom.
