Memoirs of the subconscious

She went down

She wakes up

I took advices

I knew the love song she

Was supposed to sing if I performed 

Just as the charming prince of her old fables

Little bit charming

Little bit absent

Always appearing to save the dame

Form her hurries and worries

Bites the apple. Feel the nectar

Of pureness relaying in a fruit

Oh, sweet candy

Target of the clerics 

And the bandits 

What you ask

And what I deserve

So in between 

Pouring from the outsides 

Bottles of gin and 

Hangovers that stand stil

Average jokes of the sizzling snakes 

That lure our pawn and his king

All driven to the same direction 

With no North Star 

But yet

Full of lighting

Dazing lightning..