My Dance with Death

My dance with death

Is an odd masquerade

It lingers in silence

Portrays itself in chaos

I can hear the music

When no sound is being played

And if my heart skips a beat

The world acts as a carousel

My dance with death

Is a bloody tango

It shines its erie eyes

Half hidden in the light

I can feel my veins giving

Like strings on an ancient instrument

And if I stumble only a little

The shadows reach for my soul

My dance with death

Is a morbid circus act

It juggles the body parts

Leaving the heart to the lions.

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