I can’t stand the way I feel.
Our moon eclipse is over.
You injured me. This wound won’t heal-
I sense it when I’m sober.
The sigil of your Baphomet
Has set my soul on fire.
Now I should go to Nazareth,
Escaping from the Liar.
I used to care a year ago.
You never cared that much.
You have a farther road to go.
Dead memory’s your crutch.
I’ll bury you inside my heart,
Byronic man of fortune.
Forget my name. We go apart.
I’ll make it through this torture.
25/08/09
The Sigil of Baphomet
© Copyright: Татьяна Киселёва 3, 2009
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