Reye Binst

Danse Macabre - Poem by Reye Binst

Fifteen slashes to ease the pain
Blood flowing while scars are gained
Flashes of steel glint in the moonlight
Apparition of death appears in the night

Guilt felt come the 'morrow
Visible shame that brings me sorrow
What freedom is gained in crimson pain
In daylight, replaced, as masks are lain

Habit in passing over done
Too late to save, my soul is gone.
My body, empty, as I struggle in vain
Every night, false hope in dark red rain

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 23, 2006

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