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The Dancing of The Dead

Birthing my new abrasions
A rainfall of insomnia
A flood of inebriation
Tumbling down rotten stairs
Manic-depressive walls
Touching ingrown hair
Burning themselves down
Bathing in the ooze of
Rancid infections
An endless stream
Of pus and mucus


Ceiling decorated with
Black, charred spoons
Spelling out "laughter"
These errily quiet days
Are always filled with funerals
Dancing bats and singing spiders
The hymn of schizophrenic streets
Dead by dusk, dancing by dawn.
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
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