Sweet, my dream, so beautiful with a mole, 
A kind of kind, fairy fair alcohol; 
I know her more than my life as a whole, 
Gave her everything along with my soul.

She pretended to come to become sole, 
I am nothing to her, played as a doll, 
She never accounted the hefty toll, 
Deserted me lightly, ‘cause had no caul.

Ego led me to mental aerosol, 
Desires galloped me, lost my lead, control; 
Good, bad, ill or well, got no time to pole, 
God, I forgot to patrol the petrol.

I know the dream for dead of revival,
The shorn of pain from life shut my fiscal.
The idle race spoilt the loam, ploy arval;
Worn the spring off, besorting vatical.

Sought to flame the fay, chimera nival;
Red out of my heart, hurt so critical.
Whom to blame? River humps her own rival;
Forlorn hope, down and out in my jacal.

At once I wake up past the vile portal;
He shouts, "The sphere is on weekly rental."
Past to present future, stung in total;
Ebbing with elixir heal the mortal.