Vision blurring and eyelids heavy
Sitting in the wooden chair
Weightless and steady
Finishing with charcoal the golden hair
The young man draws the black upon the white
The frame of a portrait of a woman so bright
The gramophone in the corner cracking with music
The Chordettes' Mr Sandman
'Mr Sandman, bring me a dream...'
'Make him the cutest, that I've ever seen...'
The man had no time to keep
And yet he felt the urge to fall asleep
The needle scratching across the finished disc
'Chhk chhk, chhk chhk'
Yet the lovely voices in unison sounded
'You're a madman, living the dream...'
'Chhk chhk, chhk chhk'
'In an asylum, like you've never seen...'
'Chhk chhk, chhk chhk'
Darkness overwhelming the room,
As the candles die by the wind
From the closed window
'Chhk chhk, chhk chhk'
'You are a madman, that much I know'
The needle in a sharp motion
Across throat's skin
The man awakens
To the beast within
And the night grows darker
Darker a plenty
As the man casts his gaze to the canvas
That is now empty
Now stands the question
Has he found what he was after
The answer is found in the hallway
The sound of a woman's laughter
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Poems
PoesíaThe title says it all. Every new part is a poem written by me. Every poem will have its own individual characteristics. I'm not keeping myself to any rules of poetry in terms of form and rhythm.
