my feet are dancing,
my face is stupidly smiling
and I am alive for now.
walk with me,
if ya want,
I only ask that you smile, too,
before you turn around and disappear.
I may be an accursed poet,
but my journey is splendid
even when not splendid,
and I am allowed to smile evil.
take my other life,
but let me keep this one,
no room for remorse,
just wounds to remind us where we walked.