The dead dance

Just a poem

The dead dance

That when I die

Don't think that I

Will let you think

I'm dead

Darkness may lie

Deep in my eye

Or in my soul

Instead

But I'll soar high

Beyond the sky

Inside my chest

And head

To hear you lie

Lie, after lie

Was my daily

Bread

You tortured me

With ecstasy

Enjoyed it while

I bled

It's not goodbye

By God I'll try

To make your life

A dread

Darling, you're why

After I die

I'll rise from

The dead