Dance of the dead
By DeepLoversPoet
Death is never the one to weather away,
he's the one who starts the decay.
Remember this when your body is getting ready for it's eternal bed,
where worms wiggle away in your head.
As death dances and laughs above your wormy bed,
you hear hem creek, you hear hem creep
His violin plays in your head...
A song for the weary, a song for the dead.
We are but puppets pulled by our strings
he is the master of all you dream...
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On Friday, March 28, 2014, haunted
(850) wrote:
bravo, i loved it, its got the perfect balance of dark and light and im a huge fan of maggots and death. i really liked this one. great job!
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On Saturday, March 29, 2014, DeepLoversPoet
(50) wrote:
Thanks I'm glad you like. :)