Damnation, Salvation

He said -

In my sleep
I trip
But creep
To keep
You.

When I wake
My heart ache
My life break
Cause your love is FAKE

Now crying in my bed
As you sheepishly wed
That man you said
Your childhood’s friend.
(Exorcise me from this fiend)

But.....

She said -

You’re too much to handle
You’re bourgeoisie upbringing bundled
You to them, away from my addled
Existence

You conform
I confront
The system –
Patay kung patay

Your life is a planned pathway
The untravelled road is my way
You sing the gibberish
I sing rock ‘n roll with hashish

My fucking friend I take comfort
Away from my fiancé of a robot
When he rescued me from the sea of boredom
(which I nearly drowned while you did nothing)
He led me to that path of freedom!

So you CAN’T understand my ploy
How I chose a good-for-nothing over you
He is a bum, an artist to himself he’s true
You will never understand me, indeed….. coño boy

.... And He said -

My bohemian existence was altered
The harmony of chaos shattered
When you appeared without warning
And stoked my cold heart to burning

You have your life, I have mine
You’re ensconced to a comfort life
I have my angst, I have my whine
All my life is battling the strife

But the street has been illuminated
By you where the sparkle originated
My hippie days are over
Angst forgotten, now I’m sober

Now I stand in the altar with you
Exchanging vows for a love so true
I can’t believe you forego comfort
For an artist who cannot support
(even the material aspects of his life!)