Dance of Demise

I walk among the dead
Dark and pale they tread
The moon is full and so they rise
Alone I'm lost in their demise
I walk through them and then I find
From ash to dust and light we bind
I am not dead I scream my head
Yet cold and pale a am not well
Is this the death that will foretell?
My last embrace of breath to fail
I found a light that spelled beware
And in a stand a scroll from hell
I dare to read a thrill I breed
Though has a ghastly point I feed
To dance through life with living beings
Just puppets of sort with no real meanings
I might as well be dead than breathing
Then dance through life with futile beings...

Cristian ~