GLOOMY SUNDAY
Reszo Szeres - Ernest S. Llime

Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers I've picked
In the dream I've created
I waited 'til dreams,
Like my heart, were all broken
The flowers all dead
And the words all unspoken
The grief that I knew
Was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart
Was a bell that was tolling

Gloomy Sunday

Later I spied you
In the arms of another
I did not even see
That it was my own brother
Deaf, dumb and blind
Was I made by my jealousy
Not even God
Would I heed in my agony

PT. II:
So I shot him down,
In cold blood - I aimed to kill him
and his life spilled on the ground.
Death will be a consolation,
A hope for final termination,
I never, ever want to live again.

Copyright 2007 Ernest Samuel Llime. All Rights Reserved.