Coming Back To Life

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.