Screaming inside my head.
Looking for truth but finding only lies.
Searching for answers, not
knowing the questions.
I hear the music that screams,
its Satans dance.
This is my dance with
the devil.
His demons, circle around.
The flames get higher and higher.
Their laughter louder and louder,
echo in my mind.
Still the music plays, this is
Satans dance.
This is my dance with
the devil.
The fire rising, demons screaming.
Blood thirsty angels of death.
The darkness is gone, the flames
have engulfed.
The music it fades, this is
Satans dance.
This is my dance with
the devil.
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Written February 22nd, 2005
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OH MY GOD! this is a very powerful poem, it's very descriptive and I love it! It's so deep and real. It has a nice flow to it. You wrote it beautifully, I haven't seen anyone write of that topic and that's awesome that you can manage to keep a poem going, amzing write, keep it up!
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very nicely done i love the idea of the poem not many people could have thought up something this unique great job i really love it and the word flow is perfect good write
~mystic
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