Dancing Death

What have I done oh what have I done.

Murmors of fear,

Stabs of cold,

Neverending hate.

Oh what have I done?

She was nothing to me.

I acted out of anger, I acted for pation.

Oh what has she done?

Caused the end of my life.

I will not be the one to die tonight.

I will fight to my last breath.


So here I stand,

Arms wide open.

To embrace my fait.

Weather it be death, murder or prison.

Following her lead, we dance the dance of death.


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