Quiet Years from Heat Vision by steve haley

called by the dreamweaver he asked me where i’d been
pulled from my private world to indulge in my sins
brought me to velvet rooms filled with bodies and food
told me to help myself if i was in the mood

they taught me the strange art of dark alchemy
mixing ingredients with rare and equal parts
toasted the moon, the heavenly bodies
drank to my inner core and touched their hearts

threw me into a sea of harmony
drowned in desire while i was asleep
danced with the devil and the dream king
they threw me into a sea

i woke up to the sound of quiet years
out of tune music ringing loudly in my ears
a loner laughing, living far away
i left my best with them, the price i pay

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