02-29-2024, 05:46 AM
i dream of the desert
where the wind is a reaping scythe at day
and the howls of the dead at night
i dream of the desert
where life boils under the sun
and is picked clean under the moon
in those dreams
i see the flames of [the sun] flooding the land,
and twist the desert into a palace of glass.
in that fragile tower, i see a shadow
she named and drew it
and revealed to me it's symbol.
![[Image: 15_TheDevil_500x864.png]](https://www.deftones.com/sites/g/files/g2000013246/files/2021-12/15_TheDevil_500x864.png)
in the end, i could not understand
she warned of what my potential would bring
yet yearned for what i would become
where the wind is a reaping scythe at day
and the howls of the dead at night
i dream of the desert
where life boils under the sun
and is picked clean under the moon
in those dreams
i see the flames of [the sun] flooding the land,
and twist the desert into a palace of glass.
in that fragile tower, i see a shadow
she named and drew it
and revealed to me it's symbol.
![[Image: 15_TheDevil_500x864.png]](https://www.deftones.com/sites/g/files/g2000013246/files/2021-12/15_TheDevil_500x864.png)
in the end, i could not understand
she warned of what my potential would bring
yet yearned for what i would become