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"It is foolishness to trust in hearts,
for hearts will break and beauty dies."
- Charles Baudelaire.
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I love the Dead, hate the living,
Ghosts of Gods on my shelves sitting,
Hearts break, beauty dies, see,
Their silent voice, eternity...
The Dead don't judge, verse forgiving,
Absolution in their sinning,
Kindred martyrs, darkness real,
Their paper church forever kneel...
The Dead don't dance, or sing for me,
But they don't lie and they don't leave -
THE DEAD DON'T DANCE
Spirit's kiss not, nor caress, HA!
But Nevermore Cupid's distress,
Sacrificed, loves worthless life,
Alone I toast immortal night.
The Dead don't dance, or sing for me,
But they don't lie and they don't leave -
THE DEAD DON'T DANCE
Leather bound battlements protect
Volumes of pain and regret
The blackest ink quill correct
Rough drafts I long to forget
The Dead don't dance, or sing for me,
But they don't lie and they don't leave -
THE DEAD DON'T DANCE
When Death is life,
love can't be,
drop my bloodied heart
And flee.
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