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The Dance Of Old pt. 2

Feel the waves around you Falling through a mirror Trapped inside your ribcage My prayers are whispers So I don't irritate your throat So you can still breathe the air outside So I can get some light My skin is porous And my nails are crooked Feeling ever wicked inside of you Following your bruises And peeking out through your Cuts every once in a while My life is devoted To observing your choices Traveling to your ear canals Telling you the universe's secrets And I will follow all your veins Do you know your body's stained? Remember all those bar room floors Eyes hypnotized by silent words Shaped out of her lonely corpse Your sailing on a small boat craft You tell yourself to not look back And theyre calling for you From the homeland shore You will never see their faces anymore. And finding yourself all alone The raining and shivers turn to stone There are eyes peeking at you through the dark Watching you as your soul embarks Sporatic thoughts grow through your head Youre dancing on a riverbed All the while your sinking slowly down Your eyes are bright joy and light You've never seemed so satisfied Being on the very edge of death All the while your losing your breath
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Jan 28, 2012
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