DancingBlackR

Every moment we are alive, Has in it the seeds of our own demise We seek to bury who we are, And when we are discovered, we act surprised We blame others for our passions, Passions which we seek to deny, And when confronted with the truth, We use any excuse as an alibi Life is a painted tapestry, Of pictures, emotions, and words Sadly there are so many, Who use all of them as a scourge We dance into madness, With every dark design and dark deed So many of us simply do not care, About all those whom we make bleed We waste our time and lives, So caught up in what we perceive, When suddenly without warning, We are no longer believed Thankfu