lore.

 sing me to sleep
             so beautifully I can’t resist
                the subtle
                         internal
                            dialogue
          a chorus of ethereal crescendos
                                  & their echoes
           falling me down, calling me back
                 to a time I was not born to
                     shifting |strong| in this vessel
   
               there’s blood in their voices
                      & its power speaks
               in dreams I make love
                                        to the shaman
                                        wear her talisman¤
                                 in dreams I make love
                                        to his majesty
               like I won’t l as t the night

      Living off the lonely lockpicker
                       paying only
                                   in silver
                        in dreams I am banféinní/
                        when the music stops
                        I am a survivor
                              &    you cannot afford
                                           my soul

–LM