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The Dance Of Death

ozofeteam

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Skeletons in my closet, they come out to play,
Almost each and everyday.
I keep to myself alone in the dark despair,
I feel happiest when im out there...
Out in the graveyard late at night,
When the daylight fades and its not so bright.
I hear the voices as they draw me in,
I feel there whispers caress my skin.
See my light fadded long ago but thats alright,
I found myself when i turned off the light.
Iv done things people would say are a sin,
Infact to tell you, i wouldn't know where to begin.
Mum and dad they never stopped trying,
All there pushing me, the screaming the crying.
Until oneday i couldn't take anymore,
I let there blood spill out on the kitchen floor.
I pray to the devil, my god, the father i seek,
What people done to me, it made me weak.
All the rape, the abuse, the way it made me feel,
So i cut my emotions out as if they where never real.
Until one day Lucifer stood before me, i couldn't believe my eyes,
The prince of darkness himself, he heard my crys.
He drew me to him, as we started to dance,
If i wanted to go with him now would be my chance.
I surrendered my soul that night, on my own free will,
He slit me open, as he whispered stand still.
I died that night, and i went straight to hell,
And now my life is BLOODY swell.
 
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