Someone listen to the shallow weeps

Someone care for this melancholy strain

Rising sun and a beautiful dawn

are never even there in my sweetest dreams.

Amber waves from the endless fields,

Twinkling rays from the golden skies

-all forbidden fruits in this Eden of hell.

 

With heart beating like a ballistic trumpet,

Body shivering as in midnight Thames

Slowly I walked under the whooping canopy

where death is rustling anon through leaves

With agony filled I darted through the wild

and finally I realized with fear and dread

That I am trapped in this – Eden of Hell.