Dying, slow motion, in a beautiful waltz
The eyes of the audience, so enamored with the shimmering
Dress.
That no one noticed the dancers shimmering
Tears.
So astounded was the audience, by the flow of the
Song.
That no one noticed the flow of dancers
Blood.
So distracted were they all,
That they
Forgot
Exactly what
they were distracting themselves from.
