Razorblade Ballet
Once upon a sadness,
The darkness came to play
And the children of the blood
Danced the razorblade ballet
An orchestra of the lost
Played songs on the night
While the winds of misery
Carried the pale tunes through
Lonely skies
And upon vunerable ears this
Lullabye of hurt did fall
As steel and flesh unite
Ancient practice
Spill the drops
Purge the blackness
Scars are mine, pain divine
When lights balance holds not the sway
Only dancers know the price
My razorblade ballet.
Copyright © William A Russell | Year Posted 2009
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