The Dance of Death

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Death is a horrible Dance

The shadows are creeping in

swallowing me; no, consuming me.

Unable to breathe, nothing left

slowly fading away.

Over the edge, hanging, waiting for the forever fall

Clinging to whats left before it snaps,

 I go plunging into the nothingness its

 pulling me into the ring

dancing me into my death.

Circling into oblivion, spinning out of control 

Gone.

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