Why Does He Dance In My Dreams - Blog Posts

despairdesolationdeath

1 year ago

When you become the rage born with the opening of his third eye,

I can only think of the devotion you were at her feet.

And while the world drowned itself in that pious river which flows from his mind,

All along, you love, held its piety in your honeyed voice.

Be the final striking of his feet that stirs the cosmic demise,

Or be the forbearance in his love that found her in the other life.

PS: The art credit isn't mine.