The Abandoned Brothel

I had been in a brothel,

Far away from the town

Harsh as my failed love was,

Lust had pulled me down.

As I entered the building

It smelt all dust and dirt,

Did I come to the wrong place?

Does it matter for a dejected heart?

As I went upstairs,

I heard a sweet-soft moan

As I turned to the right

I saw a girl sitting, as if lovelorn.

A brothel it was!

How could love reside?

Are wenches lovable?

Do love in them, eternally hide?

I walked close to her,

And wondered how a single room,

In this begrimed building;

Was clean, however, filled with gloom.

"Na! Na!" She screamed,

"Just stay away!

How many times would you return

And make that same foul play! ?"

"Wh-whom are you talking about?

I'm seeing you for the very first time!"

"It's all the same when the lights turn off!

Pleasure, all yours, Pain, all mine!"

"Pain? It's my food as well,

Is this the place where dead hearts dwell ?"

She looked up with an answer,

"Money for prolonged death, body for sell."

"Hh-ow much do I cost for you ?"

With a sad voice, she did ask,

"All my pains and moments of blue

Until the arrival of dusk."

"I'm a body filled with pain,

No smile to lose, all sorrows to gain"

"What if we exchange our pains

And dissolve all sorrows to happiness again ?"

She giggled, "a funny fellow you are!

While men act, you think bizarre!"

I held her shoulders and made her lay

Covered her bosom, on that cold cloudy day.

 As the day went by,

 I  was drowning in her eyes

We tattled our pains away

 And laughed at each other's lies.

The story of a trull,

Her expressions of gloom,

My failed love stories

Became the secrets of the room.

Secrets revealed and secrets made

Words mingled, emotions displayed

The light of the day slowly passed by

Yet she glowed, in the light of my eyes.

She adores me, but not my "Na"

(However) If my eyes move elsewhere, she says

"Na, Na, (Please) Na"

She adores me, but not my "Na".

Although I gesture 'bout my departure

With the arrival of night

To my face, she holds her eyes, pleading

"Na, Na, (Please) Na"

She adores me, but not my "Na".

She laments having been left alone

In this befouled building, forbidden;

She desires, experiencing the flame of love -

In a flowery forest, from all dirt hidden.

No matter how many times I say -

I've got to leave for my own way

Against the door she stands, imploring"Na, Na, (Please) Na"

She adores me, but never my "Na".

When I insisted to go,

She did set me free

From shackles of all failures and pains

From my scarred body.

The room echoed,

 "Is this the place where dead hearts dwell ?"

  "Yes!!! yes!!! yes!!!"

Giggled the ghost and yelled.