DEMON’S DEN ~BY POETICIA
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
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I have touched the farthest ends of oceans
Thrust my head into the mouths of sharks
Who would have thought, he would be a fallen knight,
What happened to you?
Are you lost in the shadows of your past?
Afraid to stand in the light of your present?
I’m not a distant lover
Maybe just a dormant one
Not your ideal expectation of love
Two straws and a Long Island
Our eyes met like a breeze of stolen glances
The Chariot [ Because I could not stop for Death ]
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;