robin goodfellow

dianae, my muse

morpheus in my heart

your sand in my veins

it's a deeper kind of slumber

what is universe anyway

but a pouch of silver coins

the intense breathing

of a dying animal

a foreboding of afterlife

master keys in oaken chest

the somewhere is mine

and from there i'll continue

all i asked for was a little love

meet me on the other side

where as a rose i will wake

though blind i'll follow every step you take

dianae, my muse

dianae, my solitude

cease to exist, rise to exist no more

it's a deeper kind of slumber