Why do you bore me with your wailing and crying?
The dance was never a choice,
It was always inevitable.
You dance for something,
or you drown for nothing.
In this story,
There is no Ark,
Only madness.
Too quick, too swift.
Move your feet,
Or lose your soul.
Drum beat's playing in a distance,
I can hear it resounding loud and clear.
Jump, scream, shout!
This is the rhythm of insanity.
I should have warned you;
This is going to be your final dance.
You better select a beat you can dance to,
Before you go dancing with the devil.
YOU ARE READING
Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoetryA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"