In the nightmare, you were strongly here
When I woke ,I searched the upstairs rooms
Your presence and the screaming made me fear
The woman like a ghost of nuns surreal
Violently attacked me with her womb
In the nightmare, you both shared a leer
My hair is little better than a spear
My face is pale and weary with tattoos.
Your presence and the screaming made me fear
At a funeral be, and shed a tear
While Joan of Arc is wired up to her doom
In the nightmare, you had seemed so near
I was living in a world of signs and heat
Over me this reeking rage peak loomed
In your presence, the sharp screaming seemed effete
The stories in my mind are like large blooms
The ashes of the saint add their perfume
In the nightmare, you will find love here
Your remains are dust and ashes, damp with tears
