The horses frothed ans steamed, Beat their iron hooves on The hard dark earth The caravan chases the dawn Eluding the dark midnight Trampling stallions create demons in the sand The girl with the emerald eye Dances Burning a fire in the sky Her visage haunts their weakened soul Clouds their heads With drunken images of love, sex and death The parapets of the wall Stretch to the scorning sun Hoping to free themselves From the desert penitentiary Inside she lies Laughing in ecstacy Malignant erotica Continue they run Racing for a castle That there was never
Reason for writing:
I wrote this after my girlfriend left me for my friend and I think maybe it is about the simple pain and entrappment I felt.
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