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[title] => Dancers Payment
[time] => 2004-09-15 22:51:59
[hometext] => Sweet dancer of adultery's daughter.
[bodytext] => Vivid pictures, lingering thoughts, dismal dreams, wandering in my head, wishes of you laying dead. Funeral pyer, burning black, crimson coals hells full heat, licking on your naked feet. Unheard screams in the dark, no one able to see or hark. Fear not caring, involvement none, why sweet child the evenings just begun. Needle fat, needle small, curved and barbed, acids ink, Satans tattoo hits its mark. Eye lids gone, the show moves on, pleasures more all in store, waiting in the dark. Split nose to the bone, fashion statement, beauty mark, reminder to one, reminder to all devil woman, sins of man they go walking hand in hand. Smiling, sneering, mocking face, empty sockets of porcelains dawn, lipless grin, moving on, pleasures of the night, vengeful mourns cursing tongue curled upon the heated coal. Ever quiet, ever still, no more false promises, vows contained. Night turns from darkness, dawn draws near, Satan sleeps but never fear, return to darkness and sweet fate, as light of day and safety stay just lost in the setting sun. Decadant, dilemma, devilish dreams of lust, screaming as you lie in dust, each night repeated as your treat, for all you wronged who kissed your feet. Dancer who demanded, such sweet and nobel head, as payment for your dance for the dead. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 43 [informant] => aspenglow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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