Possession

My night dreams are bitter-sweet

When your transmuted images I meet

In the morning my heavy chest

Sadly longing for time to pass fast

I quit from it, curse the beat

Try to defeat the memory of your heat

But these feelings convince me soon

Like a witch on a magic broom

Giving me to possession

It's a passion, an obsession

That's a confession

After hours in despair

All the effort to repair

Is in vain

As in my vein

Runs the disease

That I welcome like sorrow-breeze

Breath deep

Hold and grip

It tempts, torments

When you leave, you go on existing

Your ghost will stay insisting

And in long days of abstinence

I fight for my bleeding contingence