The Last Dance
24. 10. 2008
A scar across my face
a place without time
and time without space
childrens scream in my mind
I can´t be saved
no...no, I can´t
Tell me what´s the life about!!
The shackless for my hands
surrounded
and screaming
glittered
and gleaming
My death keeps asking me
for a dance
but I won´t go, for I
have no legs
strong enough to carry me
till the music stops.
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