Of grave diggings, afterglows, and dances of madness...
Dance, my angel, dance... For you are a force
of nature... Dance, find yourself, and revel in your glory... Dance
through the stars and walk down the milky way... Dance, and let my
eyes drink in thy beauty like you are the ocean, and I a traveller
lost in the desert... Even though it will course red-hot through my
veins, burning me up from within... But, it's okay, I'm caught up in
the heat of my passion anyway...So dance, create new worlds at your
fancy, and tear old ones down at your whim...Create, re-create the
whole fiber of my being to suit your fantasy...Let me bathe in the
glow of your being, drinking in every single detail about you...
Getting close, closer, so close to my sun that every single drop of
sweat clinging to your eyelashes are visible in a burst of HD
colours... Moving in close with reckless abandon... Come, mould me up
with the warmth of your heart, your smile's afterglow melting the
deepest thaws, the most resilient steel of my heart... And then, you
move away, your whim forgotten... Your fancy caught by some other
trinket, you dance on towards your next plaything... And I freeze,
crystallizing in the sudden absence of your guiding inferno into all
rawness and sharp edges... Bleeding myself dry everytime I clench my
fist to drive out the pain Drive out the voices inside my head... And
my silent screams echo on... Mingling with the ringing notes of your
being... Mingling, perfectly in tune with the harmonic chaos of the
memories to rip my world to shreds, tearing off the last vestiges of
my sanity with absolute abandon...Revelling in the redness flowing as I
bleed myself dry on the memories frozen crystal-perfect in time... I
forget on some nights, that I'm supposed to have buried you... Buried
us... And then we're grave robbing for the rest of the
night...Revelling with reckless abandon in the dance of the dead as I
bleed out...And my whole world finally goes black...
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