The feeling I have at heart
Is that of indescribable heat
Or am I too exited to think
Reducing my phrase to mere irony
But surely my heart burns
With burnt thoughts
Surviving voodoo logic
With only brenda at heart

Just last night I had a dream
Where I sought to take a glimpse of you
And there I was
With my eyes on brenda”the sword”
I could have been pierced
But all that invigorates my memory
Is the sudden misting of my sight
As I fell…
Cupid had struck me

Dear mother
If ever should sacrifice
If ever you see me dead
Know that brenda did so…
For those who live by the sword
Die by the sword