A Dance with my Demons

I'm taking to embracing my darker side of things - this is just the begining

Take a tight grip on my hand

Let’s slow dance into pure oblivion

Our feet may tear and bleed

Till out constitutions crumble and fail

But please pull me in close and tight

Please dance with me my demons

Endlessly till our prerogatives are dust

 

Opening with a waltz of deepest lust

Then box stepping on my battered heart

Pulping into the floor and our and feet

Leaving crimson paths of our very love

Laughing along and holding on oh so close

Smelling your brimstone and smoke scent

An entrancing bouquet I've long adored

 

Swing me quickly about a razor’s edge

Calypso with my in the vortex’s eyes

Tap dance along to my final heart beats

Polka to the holes in my tattered soul

Break dance along my shattered bones

Grind with me down to the nothing I am

Tango here along the edges of my grave

 

Dance this sweet extinction of mine

Never let me go as we crumble and fall

Take with you should you decease

Eyes on me as we exchange the lead

As we both know this frolic by heart

This last dance saved for just you and I

As this night spills forth our very existence

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Some people do dance with their demons until they are exhausted and worn out. Then they drop close to the edge of graves. Then to smell some brimstone's with the smoke sense. A darkly written poem but i like it alot...:).........................

[Wynter Ignatius]

Sadly it is my place of late - at least I am putting it to use.

Thank you as always Sami

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome. ...:)..................