Mephistopheles' Hacienda

Mephistopheles' Hacienda                         July 13, 2012

Sometimes, I wonder

If this ole place is worth my time.

Sometimes, I wonder

Why I fool with staying here.

Sometimes, I wonder

If I'll ever be free.

Sometimes, I wonder

If the end will ever be near.

 

There is a thing called life expectancy.

There is a thing called suffocation.

There is a thing called torture,

And it's here, with me drowning

In a puddle mired with life's droppings.

There is a time called a place,

And there is a place called

Mephistopheles' Hacienda -

You know, that place south of the border.

There is a place called Hell,

And that's where I make my home.

Oh, tortured soul!

 

It's so hot around me,

And it's so banal, it drives me mad.

It's so balmy, man,

And it's triteness is growing stale.

It's piercing the flesh of my lungs so much,

And I just want to succumb....

Oh God, this constant descent

To Mephistopheles' hacienda,

The sinking of Lucifer's voyage.