After all the moments of celebrations and love
I’m weary from all the endless parties now again
I’m vanquished from mankind, seeking solace.
Through an endless search endless darkness,
Green chair that’s kept within an empty chamber
All that’s within has aged like myself and I’m drawn
Until my misfortune becomes my own devious dreams,
Withered worn chair, curled near the fire that breeds
Feeds like no other, draws no warmth into my weary soul
Sorrowful eyes cast gray and cold like stone,
Green chair of mine, please, may I sooth, my body
Deep in the confines entombed in the contours
Naked in an empty chamber that I embrace with love
Please do not fight me—my heart is heavy and torn,
I rest closing my eyes for one last time until now
I listen to ongoing celebrations feasting on malice
As said, no warmth draws but only the colliding skies,
I crave this green chair, crave it like no other emotion.
