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.
The chair's my only consolation, my hope for final termination,
I never, never want to live again. 

Copyright © 2005 Ernest Samuel Llime. All Rights Reserved.