Three Poems

Here are some poems. The first one I wrote today, the other two I've written sometime in the past month or so. I've written a lot of poetry I haven't posted. I don't even like these ones that much, I don't think of them as poems, really, but they're the best of what I've written, so I'm posting them. The others may or may not be posted. See if you can pick out the references to one of my previous poems in "Dance of the Dead" ;D (note: the titles of the first two poems were made up on the spot, so they're not that good)
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I - Torn Open

Sadness and anger filled up to the brim
Trying to see while the lights go dim

Clinging to hope with trembling hands

Tripping and falling while trying to stand

Drowning in an endless sea of tears

Eaten alive by childhood fears

Poison seeping into a broken soul

Burning in a fire, but feeling only cold

Blooding spilling without any end

Silence being the only friend

Ashes scattered without a care

Quaking under judging stares

Flesh clinging to stark-white bones

Trying to keep what once was its own

A broken mind, dyed crimson red

Thinking of what could have been said

Hope drifting far out of sight

Leaving behind an endless night

Slowing dying, torn apart

Embracing darkness with a heavy heart

II - Senselessness

Zigzagging

Trying living

No beginning

No ending

Just zigzagging

Spinning around

Barely on the ground

Not hearing a sound

Just spinning around

Turning corners

Establishing borders

Just turning corners

Crying softy

Just crying softy

III - Dance of the Dead

Alone in the graveyard

With the mist rolling in

Among the towering tombstones

Begins the Danse Macabre

“For one night,”

Death says

“You will rise again,”

“And take part in the Danse Macabre.”

All walks of life

Child, king, pirate

Join together tonight

For the Danse Macabre

Child, tonight you are equal

To any adult

Tonight you may just dance

In the Danse Macabre

King, you tyrant

Tonight you will be cowed

And shown the suffering you’ve caused

By the Danse Macabre

Pirate, sir, lay down the gun

Don your eye patch proudly

And we will dance

Together in the Danse Macabre

And when the night ends

So will the dance

No reminders remain

Of the Danse Macabre