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Dance of the Undead

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I can’t move but they dance.

I can’t breathe but they dance.

I can’t speak but they dance.

It’s so dark down here but they still dance.

Dancing gracefully, the salsa of the evil dead.

Evil for the sake of letting me suffer.

Each step and swing they make memorizes me.

They are truly beautiful ones.

How can they move so gracefully when they appear to be paper thin?

Bags of bones, dust, and rotted flesh fox trotting under the moon.

They laugh and howl through the grey mists.

They summon ones they only see worthy of their neverending dance.

I’ve been here for nearly 100 years still awaiting my turn.

They move freely and joyfully as I lay here sewn to the velvet casket underground.

Please let me join this dance.

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By ASnowpasta

I'm just a crazy girl in an annoyingly 'sane' world. Navigating it through and through by following my own divine guidance. I have many passions in life and it all consists of my crazy dogs (rip Zuzu), Art, Writing and Poetry, Dream Analyzation, Everything and Anything Horror, Creepypastas, Music, Spirituality, Animals & Nature, all revolving within an infinite pool of love. I advocate for love and do not condone hate. I'm here to help, not hurt. Heal, not harm. Nothing can or will get in my way, success is within the palms of my hands.

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