Sunday, August 3, 2008

The Last Waltz

Sick inside
She'd been smiling for so long
she could no longer hide
Her eyes were dead
she couldn't sleep
she couldn't get out of bed
the ceiling had been her screen
on which she watched her life
fighting back a scream
never trusted
She had been played
Broken and busted
it'd been ages
since she'd been really honest
confined to her cages
she started getting dizzy
dancing with death??
Such waltzing was not easy
But she kept twirling 
for them
jumping and skipping and curling
But the dance was coming to an end
with her final dip she clung to then
but no longer could she pretend
they had gone
into the black
she could not go on
could not look back

Landis 8/8/08