Where The Ancient Laurel Grows - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows (永恒沉睡)

I wish that he and I at least once in a While

Had something small in common - a secret if you like

But there's no common ground here not a single thing we share

On the same Planet we live but in two different Worlds

He clearly did not like me

That part was plain to see

The very moment that he laid his grey Eyes on me

His buff muscular body

Like the old cliché Marine

Oh not too many times before

(thank goodness) have I seen

So much contemp on a single white Man's face

His Fists were cluteched so tightly that his brute fingernails

Left bleeding Marks in the rouch palms on his Hands -

All just to ensure that we would never become friends

If I felt like jesting now

Which believe me I am not

I might compare his red face to a boiling teapot

Or an old Locomotive

Far too quickly building up steam

It's mightly Kettle seen to expolode if he finds no quick Release

Do you think it's strange of me to hope someday he will marry me

Or at least feel the strongest need to hold me when I fall & bleed

Oh I wish that he and I were just a little more alike

Or had a tiny Thing in common - oh wouldn't that be nice

Yes he sleeps nakedly while I always sleep fully dressed

He is full of Life I am mostly depressed

I guess that's why I wish that he would want to take a walk with me

Through lonely Fields of Sorrow the only place I've ever seen

In vagued Daydreams I'm dreaming about Stains of his Semen

Put precisely on me more as a "theory"

Sometimes I wish that He would fondly think of me

Each time he strokes his Penis - or when the Clock strickes Three