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by HollywoodSmile Feb 9, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I know im not alright as i dance through the night and the darkness provokes my fangs and the humble gunman sings his sonnetary lyric burns through midnight skies the glowing ashes light my face and the song continues to scream i know i will not die of fright because my dance hangs in the air as the clouds ascend with sunbeams and the world comes to a slow his bland verse a slurred and dreary mourn as colors paint the skies the song comes to an end. like a cold ax blade