My Dance

Tonight I danced with the
Devil in the pale moonlight

In a dress of raw emotions encrusted
With my tears

Gliding across the barren waste
Of my soul
in a macabre movement of death

Feeling a cold carbon
blade tracing across
My reflections

Opening up the emotional wounds
Of self infliction
Awakening the loathing.
Of this dreary life

The devil twirls me in a
Demonic dance of
Incestuous desires
The flames of guilty passion
scorching my being

Tonight I will die in the pale moonlight

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we are

old souls are we not?
and if not for the sale of the soul
we would have only a penny for our thoughts

Peace
Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot