these demons entrance our reckless thoughts
the devil teaching us to dance
one two three four
five six seven eight
our breath and step align,
to ensue impeccable time
we sway between the lucid arms
extended by our captor
a lost count is inevitable,
yet the music will never return
straining for a lone note
with cotton ball eardrums
our steps cannot suffice
the torn shreds of perfection
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 5:51 PM UTC
these demons entrance our reckless thoughts
the devil teaching us to dance
one two three four
five six seven eight
our breath and step align,
to ensue impeccable time
we sway between the lucid arms
extended by our captor
a lost count is inevitable,
yet the music will never return
straining for a lone note
with cotton ball eardrums
our steps cannot suffice
the torn shreds of perfection
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