Dead Dancing

black thoughts in the graves of the mind

living in black hatred
living in vile contempt
i see in visions of sin
the dead
the dying

slowly passing waltzing corpses
rotting flesh  peeling from the patrons of my ball
deaths whisper in the throats of the instruments
ragged carpet, black with dry blood
paving the floor with festering lacerations
i stand conducting this orchestra of cadavers

through the window, red plains
desolate earth cloaked in sin black night
the demons of my heart crawl restlessly from my soul
my body is no longer mine
an instrument of hell
the slave of the damned

a clock strikes the hour of deaths call
the slaughtered rise from their shallow graves
my beckoning hand gathers the skeletal host
the spectral bodies, bloodless veins, maggot infested bones
grasping the rotted flesh, staring at pus filled boils
playing the dark symphonies of damnation

cold bone pressed against my cheek
decaying skin in my living hands
fetid breath fills my nostrils
lost to me in life
mine in the corruption of death

forever lost to the lungs of this body
are the breaths taken in light
dark rotting sin erodes flesh
black fires take sight and mind
blood flows free of the veins
soul shrivels in fear, in hate

damned are the dancers
damned are the minstrels
damned are the entertainers
damned am i

Reviews

[Babbette Francis]

I logged in to review this and I see the review before mine that says "wow...wow" Yeah, I agree with that. This fits every one in human flesh. Wow!! I'm speechless!!!

[Kimberly Smith]

wow...wow

[Wunderlich]

This is written extremely well. Great imagery.

[breezy]

It is very visual and mentally puts the reader where you are and how you feel. Good job, it would take a lot to even write that.

[Cordell]

I've been here lol it's called hell. Nice write i imagined it all the way :) Cant wait to red another one :)