A Deeper Kind of Slumber

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