You were here

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