Dancing with death

by darkangelcrying   Oct 4, 2007


Always cursing at the sky
troubled mind, be thou silent never once and a while
on going rumbling thoughts in my head
still imprisoned better off dead
at least in that i know my thoughts
dreams of silence of peaceful bliss
dance with dance, my loving sister twin
as we dance we hold hands
twirling, laughing, smiling glee
blissful peace surrounding me
ebony cloak wrapped around
the fabric of me to lost to be found
shining white as our skin
tears in darkness as it rains down

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