Dancing in the dark With the demons in my head I lead, they follow Our steps familiar, practiced Shall we waltz, foxtrot , tango?
I am a dweller of deep night hours alert a lonely sentinel in a house of slumbers the very walls seem to breathe slow rhythmic
haunted hours when my ghosts emerge from the ether waltz in slow rotation through my memories music only they can hear played by a skeletal
melancholy’s steely gray clouds blow in quickly pelt my exposed skin icy sleet leave me clutching my breast with raw, chapped hands in futile effort
I am a dweller of deep night hours alert a lonely sentinel in the house of slumbers the very walls seem to breathe slow rhythmic
I sit with myself in uncomfortable silence suppressed screams ringing in my ears tears running down my face again All my demons all my