Sneaking behind closed doors
Anticipating for my return
Standing there in the dark
Waiting for a moment to earn
You hear a sound coming your way
So you prepare for your next strike
Every move I make you know about
As if you can predict me like a psych
I'm walking down the hallway
Headed toward the destiny I own
Just about to open the door
That would lead to the unknown
You easily can read my thoughts
The moment I entered the room
So from the place you last stopped
Now you're preparing to resume
My fear is like the fragrance
That attracts a predator to its prey
So it triggers the animal in you
That hunts me back day after day
You torture me in various ways
Helplessly, I struggle for a chance
To take once again a deep breath
Before you start your last dance
Choreographed to mimics a storm
Born from the middle of the sea
It drowns the strength I have
And strangles the life out of me
I now became an evidence
Lying lifeless in your arms
Still wearing all the bruises
I collected from your crimes
موضوع: Dance of death 
9/8/2011, 07:42
