Out of my Skin/by:haunted lunacy
Out of my skin
I long to be,
just rattling bones
so happy and free.
I have no desire for
objects and wealth.
My only wish is to
be someone else.
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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