Written Feelings

False Waltz

Round and round they encircled me,
Trapping me in their devilish dance.
My mind nearly consumed by the hypnotic music. Face splitting grins, they mock my helplessness, offering their hands to dance, but I resist.
I will not blacken my soul for false happiness, a soul bounding contract disguised as a waltz.
I kept rejecting their hand, pulling away from the darkness that wanted to consume me.
Vanishing like dust, the ball became wind. There was nothing but a pit where the party was once in swing. If I had given in, the abyss would have been my home.