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Mystik Mind:

Nice Pic...This Is What I See...

The Dark Skies Of Her Fulfilled Mind Can Only Portray A Certain Discomfort..
Entertaing Thousands Can Hold A Personal Anger, On The Preying Eyes Of A Bliss Hunter..
She Dances Looking To The Skies But Mind Is Red With Rage...She Dances To Escape Her Worries..
No-one Can Pass Judgement, No-one Can Harm Her, She Is One With The Earth And Sky As She Flurries..
A World Of Trouble Surrounds Her But Yet She Is Looking So Peaceful And Calm..
Blocking Out Mental Images Of Failure, She Dances To The Music As Sweetly As Balm..
Looking So Natural, The Skies Open Up...Its Is Not The Anger And Rage Of The World...But Her Own..
Dancing To Escape Her Own Troubles...This Is The Only Thing She Knows...This Is Her Home..
Regretful Feeling As The Body Moves, Glides Along The Red Mist Of Portraying Silence..
There She Goes...Flying Without A Care In The World...Past Trouble's Been Displaying Violence..
How Can She Be Angry? She Is Doing What She Loves...She Dances With Elegance..
In A Society Of Hate, She Gets Her Message Across With A Certain Amount Of Mellowness..
Proving The World Wrong...Not Everyone Can Hate, No Need To Hear Just Watch And Believe..
Amazingly Incredible The Movement Is Uncapturable As She Decends From The Skies..
Can It Be A Blessing In Disguise...Just Take I Deep, Long Stare And Take A Look Inside..
With All Your Anger There's A Peaceful Person Inside Waiting To Calm The Mood..
Dont Get Involved With Hate Knowing This Is Inside...Feast On It Like It Was Food..
Let Her Actions Do The Talking...Coz After All Words Only Mean Something Up To A Certain Extent..
Actions Speak Louder Than Words...Act Out On This And Then Perhaps A Dancing Angel Will Decend..

Mis.Tique:

She dances among her beauty, her aura, her being surounds her
The pains shed by all things irrelevant, are unable to surmount her

She moves within the music, its as if it plays to her step
As she begins to move in grace she is all that is left

Shes masked behind her splender, to those unknown it is her being
The reddened eyes of fury though, is all shes capable of seeing

She dances for the love, the pain, the strife, all of her consistency
She moves to the bass of her beating heart, the music, simply adds vibrancy

Each toed step is a step away from past pain and still moves her closer to more
The earthy pose her body forms reveals her bodies aching core

The dress flowing from her body, covers past wounds well, it adds to the mask
Her eyes played up in colored hughes more advently complete the task

When asked, the color of her eyes she simply is able to state
My dance my movements, my bleating heart is the color my eyes shall take

Blood shot they peruse the theater, her pain apparent but its depths remain unknown
As the emotionful music plays her face loses grace, the pain is finally shown

The tears fall from her hurting eyes as she dances the theater grows blurry
The steps still are performed theyre part of her nature, they depict each feeling of fury

The music ceases, as pain increases, the final bow is taken
She walks from the stage, still full of rage, the origin of her pain stands unshaken

Her shoes slipped from her feet, her dress from her body she stands in bare truth
As clothes are slipped on, her eyes become grey, she covers every evident piece of proof

Phrantik:

a dance in hell to escape pain and demise
to out step and out twirl her incredible lies
a ballerina with a gown of a trillion fears
and a face that rains a million tears
one girl alone in a terrible dream
haunting desires that make the clouds scream
scream and scream and the dye red with the blood
the blood of the cursed, the cut and the loved
while growing intense the blood starts to pour
drowning the dancer, the dreams, and much more-*-