I Don't Dance With Devils

Have you ever felt that kind of fear?

As it danced around behind your eyes and lit sparks beneath your feet.

Fear doesn't just happen to arise without any reason.

Have you ever tasted that awful feeling of dread?

As it dripped down your spine.

Watch as it pools the insides of your already frail mind.

Like the end of an old cigarette, dread kind of tastes bitter.

I don't happen to dance with devils,

That's no longer my thing.

I watch them instead, paying attention to the way they move.

Devils don't just stand still.

They prowl around.

Manage to stalk you around as if you happen to be prey.

I happened to have had enough battles for my liking.

I don't dance around.

I stand tall with my swords.

Believe me, I won't back down.

Chloe Rose Violet

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