Ode to Joy Revisited
Hysterical, Fever-maddened.
Laughing with the caresses of Thunderstorm Rain
Mingling with my tears.
Speak softly, for words, like everything,
Have a unique power.
"Lower your voice."
"Dull your tone."
Raise the guillotine
Of your speech.
And while it's up there,
Sharpen the blade.
For My Life is Pain and Sorrow,
And i Have no Clue How to Handle the Messiah,
What else, but Reality in D Major?
For i never got An Invitation to the Dance.