Another Dance,
perhaps one you are familiar with...

You like the picture
That hangs on...

A thin line
I have been told...

It's the feeling of failure that holds me here.
It is not the need for anyone that keeps me...

*an old poem in my old, dead style*
Just to let you know...

The thought of so much hate enveloping me;
even my own faulty dreams disowning me...

Innocence
unseen...

~~I usually don't write in paragraph form. This is...
The acceleration of your heart...

Solitude
the rushing torment...

I think there is something
deep inside of me...

You couldn't understand this shit
if it was right in your face...

If I could explain to you
This enthralled ecstasy...