Weeping, softly -
Baphomet, won't you hold me?
Hold me, I beg,
As you once did.
Hold me
And take what you will,
Give what you must;
Whisper,
Come closer and whisper aloud
As you translate
The distant murmur
Of the stars.
Won't you remind me
That you saved me;
Won't you please
Tell me why?
You held me, you knew
That nobody could love me
As much;
You knew, and now you watch
As I try to live, to grow;
To do what I never wanted to do.
I owe it to you to stay alive,
But it pains me, and I cry
Through the depths
Of the night,
Weeping, softly -
Baphomet, won't you hold me?
Won't you take what you will,
Like last time?
Take this misery, take
This mortal pain,
And give only what is necessary
In order to take:
The warmth of your arms,
A soft whisper of
Forgotten tales passed down
From ancient stars -
How you held me, I know
I shall never feel such warmth
Again,
I shall never deem my flesh worthless
Again,
Not since
It was cradled in your arms;
Not since
You declared it sacred.
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