Dance of Life

<>A dance of Life<>

Dans Macabre dance of Death.

That's what this should be called, not the waltz for it is endless. An eternity of agony. Forced to move, keep up, all in the same unit and to the same melody.

Fast pace.

Left, right
Up, down.

Twirl.
Dip.

Bend.

Bend all the way down until you break then it begins all over again. Different partners, same steps, same eternity and same tune.

Bend.

Twirl.
Dip.

Up, down,
Left, right,
Fast pace.

Come on, you can do better than that!

My feet went numb long ago to the point I believe they might as well have fallen off my body. My ankles are not far behind either. Same as my arms as they are chained to this dancing mania, weighted down by the force that is gravity. My partners all dance with me.

Demons mocking me along with the music.

Come on, keep up!
You can do much better than that!

Faster!
Faster!

We're waiting to see you fall.
Succumb to the darkness eating you alive.

You are never going to get out and leave us. Don't you like this dance? Isn't it grand? Isn't it superb? What? You want it do end? You can't feel your limbs? How cute...getting tired already but you can't stop now! Oh no! You can't ever leave this dance!

The dance will continue
And you will move to our beat

Because we OWN you!

You are our slave and we command you to continue this Dans Macabre Dance of Death! Now come on! Chin up, back straight...and scream up to the heavens all you want-

No one will ever save someone like you.

Left, right (There's nowhere for you to run.)
Up, down. (Why you looking up when you belong down here?)

Twirl. (Isn't confusion fun? Lying to you is fun too!)
Dip. (Go down, down, DOWN!)

Bend. (And BREAK.)

I can't take this anymore! Faster and faster they go and faster and faster I keep up but I can't win! I can't beat them! These demons of mind...someone...SAVE ME FROM THEM!

CRACK.

My ankle shattered.
Oh God it hurts!

She couldn't keep up.

Shut up....

How appropriate; couldn't keep up just like the failure she is.

You don't need to keep telling me what a loser I am...it's already burned on my face. Seared into the flesh of my cheek all the way down to the toes of my feet. A disease made from all my mistakes.

Failure as a dance partner, slave, and human being. Failure. Failure! FAILURE!

I know!
I'm disgusting...dirty...tainted.
I am damned and I know it.

So stop telling me what I already know!

Stop with the torture...
The voices...
Please....stop.