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Dancing in the Fast Lane

Poetry By: PromisedSword
Horror



I always seem to cut the hands I wind around your hair...
Companion piece to Clair de Lune


Submitted:Feb 26, 2007    Reads: 175    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Dancing in the Fast Lane

Your voice is full of shadows, of demons in the night;

Your hands are clenched so tightly, yearning for a fight;

There's a dark ambition that's crouched behind your smile,

And I see an evil in you that fills me with denial.

Your heart is rusted metal, edged with switchblade knives;

Your mind's a well of poison, that seeps into our lives;

Your soul is bitter hatred that cannot stand the light,

And I see an evil in you that calls me to the night.

And you are wrought of silver darkness in every shape and form,

You are the siege that kills us all and you're the coming storm.

You seek to end the happy days and you will see it through,

And while I shy away from darkness, I will be dark with you.

Your songs are all the voices that I block out of my head;

Your words are all the fears I hide that fill me up with dread;

Your dances always pull me close, then push me far away;

And all the music you play to me is feral, fast, and fey.

I look into your deepest fears and I see nothing there;

I always seem to cut the hands I wind around your hair.

I never know when you'll appear or what will follow after,

And I always seem to lose my mind when I hear your laughter.

And you are wrought of flowing blood and of danger dire,

You are the knife upon the wrist and you're the blazing fire.

You seek the end of all the love and will see it through,

And while I shy away from darkness, I will be dark with you.

I spend the hours of my life, longing for your kiss;

I waste away when you are gone, craving for the bliss.

I live my life like an addiction, and you're my only drug,

And I know you see I need your love; please don't look so smug.

I cut myself on your lips and the pain just so sweet,

I break my arms around your waist and fall down at your feet,

I look up into your eyes and there I see the flame,

And I know there's no turning back, with only I to blame.

You are wrought of pulsing blood and mine is now to spill,

And I can only hear your voice once my heart is still.

I knew you wanted the end of me and that you'd see it through,

But I lived in ecstasy when I was dark with you.





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