Spoke to a Baphomet
Down by the willow
He was watching the moon bathe in that same river
That dissolved everything in its way
He whispered:' This is your version of Aegri somnia'
I tell him that this is not a bad dream and that
I really am shattered in thousands of pieces
And that
I came to lay my burden down
So, he offers a rope and I suddenly see a brighter season
He plays me ***** one for the shepherd none for the sheep
I asked for my own Beatrice back
she burns in a pit
9th circle - still have her knife in my back
And only then he tells me the rules-the waiting game begins only when the lights go out
But
I
Can't
See
In
The
Dark
Game over.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
Spoke to a Baphomet
Down by the willow
He was watching the moon bathe in that same river
That dissolved everything in its way
He whispered:' This is your version of Aegri somnia'
I tell him that this is not a bad dream and that
I really am shattered in thousands of pieces
And that
I came to lay my burden down
So, he offers a rope and I suddenly see a brighter season
He plays me ***** one for the shepherd none for the sheep
I asked for my own Beatrice back
she burns in a pit
9th circle - still have her knife in my back
And only then he tells me the rules-the waiting game begins only when the lights go out
But
I
Can't
See
In
The
Dark
Game over.
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