I Carry Your Heart With Me/by:Haunted Lunacy
I carry your heart with me,
kept in a box next to a bloody
knife and my broken dreams,
ever closer to the blade,
It still beats in rhythm with
my own.
The Dance Of The Skeleton King/by: Haunted Lunacy
Behold the dance of the rattling bones, see how they click and clack, the prancing of their skeleton feet, a ballet to dazzle and to distract. They pirouette with skinless glee, then arabesque and take a bow, and with a smile the king is pleased, his loyal subjects did amaze and wow. Hail to the king! We only exist to entertain. Hail to the king! We pick up our bones and dance again .
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