The Dance - Morbid Poetry

Many restless voices in my thoughts

Crucify my mind and make me scream in numb distress

Yearning for the needle to come in again

Waiting for the pain to die inside my brain

And the dance goes on

A myriad devils stand along

Living without reason — Dying for the shot

With his fatal remedy

Burning in my veins like dead man come alive

Writhing in my pain — the fallen angel laughs

And I feel his hand on me — in neverending agony

No resistance — just a dream that´s hurting me

Stinging fingers like the saviour´s cross to bear