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Come on and dance with me It’s easy if you try Come on and dance with me Follow my lead and glide Slip in the mud Racing through your blood You’re as good as gone Drifting away with eyes half-shut Come on and dance with me It’s easy if you try Come on and dance with me You’re stepping out of time It’s a living Hell Cold sweats, puke, and pain Your skin goes blue When you drink the blackened rain Do you want to dance with me? It’s easy if you try Come on and dance with me As we fall down from the sky Oh, come on and dance with me It’s easy if you try Come on now, dance with me And I’ll shiver down your spine The warmth is gone The rush is fleeting away You’ve nodded off For the last time You’ve come here to dance with me So give me your best try You've tread upon my dancing shoes It’s now your time to die Come on and dance with me It’s easy if you try Now, tell me 'bout your dance with death Was it worth the high? Come on and dance with me--
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
The Masque of the Brown Death
Mon masque ! Je voudrais que cet ***** Soit une longue, lente et délicieuse homélie Longue, lente et délicieuse Lente, délicieuse et longue Dé-li-cieuse, longue et lente Résurrection de l'âme et de la chair Interminable chant grégorien Messe quotidienne trois fois répétée Et solfiée par nos peaux jumelles et complices Sous le haut patronage des mânes et des muses Des saints et des divinités Qui gouvernent nos mythes. Je voudrais que nos ombres respirent Sous nos masques divins et angéliques Et délient leurs langues de papier mâché et nous instillent en riant Au nez et à la barbe du Docteur La Peste Voluptés, petites morts et paix plurielles .
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
Mon masque, je voudrais
You said you'd give me the moon on a piece of toast or at least the sweet-hot peel of her cinnamon skin. You said you'd raise from the grave my heart, the ghost to fill with black-burnt warmth that could begin a beat to bring horned dancers from the trees, life to lift me lurching from my knees; a revenant in red that's what you said that night in the glimmering swell before the Fall but it was Carnivale. ~September 2014
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Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
Carnivale