It is said
No one comes back from the dead
This isn't true
Look at you.
Dead as can be
Colder than ice
Pale and white
All through the night.
Written off
Thrown away
Burnt to ashes
Pages blank.
Blown by the wind
To another Twilight Zone
In an electronic world
Of ozone smells.
Sparks fly like fireflies
You came back to life
On a dark ebony night
Erected a tent.
Submitted your work
Cursed your fate
Welcome back
Circus of the Damned.
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