The twisters (demons of the dance)

Move slowly to the sounds
Of the lost serenades
It's beyond our sights
The burning everglades

We've got to find our heavens
In grief and hollow despair
And we still hunt at night
For the sorrow waiting there

Drink down deadly long drinks
And twist like a hurricane
As we burn and blister
Beyond borders of insane

Break down the beat of silence
Into decibels of pain
And the sparks of shiny tweeters
Rips your bone to grain

Leave the carnage behind
We are the demons of the dance
And when the fever strikes us
Your life is in our hands




Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2009-02-15 at 23:10

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