ON THE EDGE

My head is spinning around,

My eyes are speeding up,

My mouth is like a paw of horse,

Who jams grain of my words spoken.

This is time of night’s fever

Those I can not have a girl;

These is a Saturday’s fever,

This dries all my dries my wet love.

My nose shoots cold magmas

My senses walk trough Sahara

But I am not giving up…

Once day is passing on,

And I need a shelter to rest.

I am so cold I seem to meet

My inner’s pair, my inner demon.

It says I am going to merry her;

However I know I’m on edge.

No I am not going to the hell
As I did not complain the calling

Of heaven, where I do not deserve

To go when my body will turn on dust.

My head is spinning around,

My eyes are speeding up…

But, be sure, I am not going to give up…

Once day passed on.

And I am going to bed.

Leandro Monteiro