Twisted Souls

You are the grave on which I dance

Your soul I steal with just a glance

The trance I’m in when I am you

Makes me remember why we are through

I do these things to make me real

And show the world that I can feel

The meal I make out of your flesh

Renews my soul and keeps me fresh

I mesh our worlds so I may thrive

These things I do let me survive

You die again so that I may live

Your life you do not freely give

I live to prove that you were wrong

In singing me your seeded song

How long I must keep up this pace

Depends upon your ghostly face

This case of morbid fancy grows

The highs no longer hide the lows

God knows I wish that I could stop

This strange façade I want to drop

I’d opt to cease your life for mine

To live my dream instead of thine

In time I’m sure I’ll leave this trance

But till my mind can live by chance

I’ll dance upon your lasting bed

And revel in the fact you’re dead

Reviews

[Katie Thew]

Whoa! Very deep and memorable. Always hard to let go. You painted a very nice picture with your words!