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by Helene Dec 16, 2009 category : Love, romance / desired love
The dancing dead: In my eyes a nothingness Infinite and catatonic That bares the truth of nothing less Than the prize you won; The spoils of war. In my smile an emptiness So obscene and so ironic, It tells the tale of choices made, That echoes quietly, forever more. I have become a dancing dead, Yours, my darling, your revelation, Existent only in your head, Forever more, Your own creation. I do the deeds you ask of me, And dance for you, at your command, The strings you pull have conquered me, As I lay submissive In your hand. It seems a Titan walked my way, And quaked the Earth Beneath my feet To ravage all I held so dear, And shape my soul so incomplete. And here I am, obedient, Dancing just for you, my dear, And if you say so, It will be, As if I was never really here. - XXX