In my Dream
In my dream,
I met the Lizard King.
And he gave me,
A dark red ring
Telling me:
"With this sacred jewel,
you will be able to sing
about love, murder, and misery
in a voice that is deeper
than the one given to me."
He told me all of this,
At the Whisky a Go-Go.
I tried to ask him if there was
Something else I should know.
But he never responded.
To my questions of great demand.
In fact all he did,
Was stretch out his arms and hands.
Which made his body disappear,
Into a desert filled with waves of sand.
I began to panic.
The room was filled with reptiles.
Snakes, Komodo Dragons, had taken their seats,
To watch me sing.
Going up to the microphone,
I felt something burning me.
With a sadistic sting,
I turned around and realized,
That it was the ring,
Which must've poisoned me,
The ring of the Lizard King.
The ring in its fury,
Started glowing, a deep shade of red.
And suddenly I noticed
Monsoons of blood
Pouring from my head.
My skin turned pale.
The repugnant reptiles
Feasting on me
Until I was dead.
Until there was nothing
Left of me
But that sadistic
Piece of jewelry.
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