Inside her lies a dancing swan with delicate contortions
Her durable teeth are not afraid of the devil
Why can't we create romance in front of the execution?
Listen to my racing blood vessels
Cater to the piercing light that sears your skin
When immersed in tragedy, comes the unforgivable sunrise
Glance down at the smoking barrel of sin
While her eyes wield nothing but lies
Doesn't her murder excite you?
Don't laugh at the grieving, you hungrous maniac
Soon, she decays into stew
Her pristine skeleton, wearing a beautiful smile; how prestigious, dear amnesiac!
Can't remember me, can't recall the bruises of your past life
I'll proudly watch you surrender into confusion
The harboring of collective ghosts visiting created lullabies of the knife
Even if wedded by delusion, head towards the beautiful kiss of profusion
As of late, death swings with a tune in his heart
The wind howling past his rib cage
He knows all too well; his knowledge is a sin!
Silence the crier now before a riot disperses
End the good deeds with the blade
It's the only way to be free from travesty
The lady weeps in prayer before bed
Her tears pooling as she's drowning in the blood of her victims
There is no time to idle at the grinning face of melting flesh
Find the velvet between the gap of my teeth,
Induced by numbered passion,
Restricting your heated breath beneath the bridal wreath
You enjoy encompassing darkness in your bewitching fashion
Faces full of flesh beg you for marriage
Under suspicion, you wait for the assassin
As you disperse away into your carriage
Into freedom away from the glint trading your eyes for silver.
9/18/2023
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The Macabre Danse of Poetry
PoetryWithin the eye of the macabre, settles the subtle balance of life patient for a feather dipped in ink. It beckons for a plague. After the song of the Deathly Romantics finished, romance refused to wither in its casket. Waltzing in hand with the dark...
