I have watch dance La danse Macabre
Many loved one who have touched darkness
Have given me my taste for dancing with lost souls
I feel the weight of a worthless set of eyes
Fidgeting under the light once help still
Straining under the forceful warmth of my
smile, it splits and
smooth, grovelling generosity showers me
like bathing in passion fruit
Warming and pleasant and homely
We nestle seeking shelter in our Daily Bread.
Yet I repel salubrious comfort
For sweet nectar often turns sour once
exposed under glaring infinite skies.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 11:59 PM UTC
I have watch dance La danse Macabre
Many loved one who have touched darkness
Have given me my taste for dancing with lost souls
I feel the weight of a worthless set of eyes
Fidgeting under the light once help still
Straining under the forceful warmth of my
smile, it splits and
smooth, grovelling generosity showers me
like bathing in passion fruit
Warming and pleasant and homely
We nestle seeking shelter in our Daily Bread.
Yet I repel salubrious comfort
For sweet nectar often turns sour once
exposed under glaring infinite skies.