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I'm Done With Dancing

I want to evaporate

Disappear into the great

Black obysss.

Into the night sky

So clear and sure

Twinkling and sparkling

Moon dust in my hair

I dance with death,

He spins me and twirls me.

He's my puppet master

He's dangling my life

By a silken shimmering silver thread.

He kisses my neck,

And my chapped parted lips

Forever screaming silent pleas

Someone, anyone,

Save me from the nothing

I've slowly become.

I'm done with dancing,

I've grown to tired to keep going,

Take me with death.

I'm done with dancing.

My heart aches and yearns,

For a past that will never return.

A life I can never have,

A family I've lost,

Somewhere in this journey.

I'm done with dancing.

My mind bleeds

Forever asking me why do stay.

It'd be so easy. To just slip away.

To forget the reasons why,

I should never pull the trigger.

And be selfish. And just do it.

I'm done with dancing.

My soul is screaming and careening.

I don't know who I am anymore.

I've lost my way and myself.

I'm tortured by demons

Ever present. Ever there.

Whispering in my ear,

They tell me what to do.

I'm done with dancing.

I shake the moon dust from my hair.

It'll melt in hell anyway.

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Apr 12, 2014
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