Pick me a rainbow from the sky
and prove to me it doesn't end at a pot of gold
Scrape the plaque from my poisoned heart
filled with the fattest lies
Fairytales do not come true
and only a fool believes in them
I was once a blinded fool
but the veil has beened burned from my heart's eyes
I am tired of swimming in shark filled seas
tired of seeking shelter from the storms
No dreams of sunkissed days
no meadows covered in dancing wild flowers
The only dance I want to know
is the dance of the Reaper's Tango
Find me a black rose
pierce my lips with it's thorns
Dance me to death where I belong
let one dream of mine come true
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
..love the dark imagery that pours from the page..the metaphoric reference between the "black rose" and death [Reaper] is brilliant..your quill is smokin'..Congratulations on the Silver
David 
