Soul Out From The Sword Poem by Kestrel Quiambao

This heart is heavy, absolutely heavy
An anchor in gold carrying all the lust in me
A black pearl sealing all my thorns away
In the back of my mind, time last forever to thee

Listen, a tongue in cheek can make me fantasize every dawn
Leaving me wanting for more
The young spirit is all done from you, you're turning me on
I beg for more mercy and therapy from Doctor Emmanuel of four

Fantasy paradox which makes me laugh
Fascinates my every emotional imbalance
To cut my love is to turn my mountain into half
To love my cow is to turn my life into an adventurous trance

Help my dog, learning the potty training
Help my soul, traveling my lucid dreams
The sun will make my day raining
It's time to make the good old black schemes

I'm completely free just like Arthur's sword in the stone
No more danger, no longer a food for rabbits and sheep
No more swimming in the tides of death and bone
No more despair and creep