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Darklight, lead me by the hand.
Swirling shadows around my head.
It’s never ending…
You just can’t leave me be, can you?
Driving me to decimation.
Why can’t you go?
Always spinning a dark dance.
The Dance Macabre.
Back and forth, inside my skull.
Such Darklight…
It’s all now that I see.
Darklight…
Don’t leave me now.
For now you are all I know.
Lead me by the hand.
Your embrace is that of the needles breaking my skin.
Your kiss is the razorblade sliding down my tongue, slicing my lips.
Your blood is the poison which drips down my throat.
And your breath… Angel Dust. Ecstasy…
Such Darklight, lead me by the hand.
To eternal darkness you beckon me.
To you I answer. To you… I follow.
Into darkness and abyss.
Lead me by the hand…
Your Darklight is my guide.
Lead me by the hand…
Lead me… into death.
©2006-2009 ~Night-Hawk77
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I completly rewrote the 4th quater of this poem... I just ended up hating it sooo much. Anyway, I am more happy with this final turn out. A few small changs from the original besides the rewrite...

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:iconsilenthilljunkie:
ah. nice.

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i need a dose of insanity everyday to keep my sanity in check.
=Dark-Arts-Asylum
~Brookhaven-Hospital
~Forest-Night-Flight
:iconmoonlitwindypath:
You've got good dark imagery going on here, and a nice narration. There's a few little spots that could be tweaked (imho) " Your kiss is the razorblade sliding down my tongue, slicing the lips. " Instead it could be "my lips", just sounds kinda awkward like it is now. Anyway, good job.
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:iconnight-hawk77:
Okay I actually agree with you there now, it does sound better. Thanks :)

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My Only Salvation...Lies In Damnation
:icontai-the-normal:
Wonderful! You are so good at painting your words in the reader's mind.
:iconiliketoobeyyourrogue:
I don't know why, but as i was reading the poem i had a music video inside my head. that's sweet.
You should alter a bit so there is more repetitive lyrics and chorus.
I prosternate myself in front of this emo poesy.

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I cried. James Blunt, my octopus, the reflect in the butter knife.
All of three we were together for life. I moaned.

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