Death Is Dancing Me Ragged

Death is dancing me ragged.

Banging on my door constantly,

I shed an ocean of tears

each time I see him in my eyes.

Dancing me down desolate streets,

my soul screams loud as butterflies.

That soft mad laughter

stabs fear into my heart.

My worst fear stands before me,

beckoning me to walk through the door,

sending me nightmares when the world is dark,

tainting my mind with hideous poisons.

Cursing the ones I love most

by capturing the souls he deems

the ones to be sacrificied to satisfy his hunger.

Tears and blood he craves patiently.

Somehow I manage to stay one step ahead

of his charming ways and deathly grip,

dreading the day he will seize me permanently

and drag me down to the depths below.