Dual Wielded Voice

blue dancers are the reign of my mind
i dont know if i ever had another kind
dont know where to stay after all
dont know where will be the end of my fall

the moon rises in its own dark kingdom
give me in my distractance some of his wisdom
but cant hear my prays where no light shines
my voice just hides in words builded as shrines

i approach myself to the thickest dust
where the sun cant land her blast
living unseen and soon forgotten
breathing between and see the rotten

there will be no rise after this fall at all
the armies of death are the only i call
if i open my mound for another word
i just hope it dont mets anyone where it can hurt