the day i died July 27 2009
A leg begins to wobbles
With lewd diabolical gesture;
the sicking and panicing of your stomach,
This seems to be the warder to a laughable game,
as you realize you begun A dance of the dead
a dance to the souls of the damned
they will dance forever in their captivated trance
Shadows dancing, forever dancing
The saints and the sinners dance,
To the sound of the rhythm of the dying heart beat
Just shadows dancing in the back of your mind,
They all dance the dance of the dead.
The dead dance into you,
Filling you with silent movements,
The room twirl with grace,
And style
And ease.
Then sweet release.
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the day i died July 27 2009
