My friend my friend I am very very sick

The pain like whispers born of wind

Deserted fields of emptiness thick

Or alcohol showers where thoughts begin

Her legs betray her neck of strain

A black man black black appears

He sits by my bed full of disdain

His presence feeds on all my fears

A black man keeps me from sleep tight

Fingers trace a vile book’s face

Nasalizing over me through the night

Chanting like monks in a darkened grace

My head it flaps its ears with wings

Burdened by secrets shadows bring

Over an empty grove September sings

In my mind his words will sting

A black man keeps me from sleep tight

Fingers trace a vile book’s face

Nasalizing over me through the night

Chanting like monks in a darkened grace

My head it flaps its ears with wings

Burdened by secrets shadows bring

Over an empty grove September sings In my mind his words will sting

A black man keeps me from sleep tight

Fingers trace a vile book’s face

Nasalizing over me through the night

Chanting like monks in a darkened grace