I Dance the Dance of Darkness…
I dance in the Dark,
On the tip of a knife.
Fighting with all the I have or am
To stay on the point and not slide
Down the razor sharp sides into the icy Abyss.
I grasp with futility at whatever straws are around me,
Hoping beyond hope that they will somehow
Stabilize the place that I find myself in
And slow the painful gyrations of my tortured soul.
Dance! Dance! Twist! And Turn!
I spin in burning agony and
Turn in tortured distress.
My cries for help swallowed up
By the murmuring darkness around me.
In the distance there is a light approaching.
A pin-prick of hope for another day.
A glimmer through a keyhole
In the deep, dark depths of my soul.
I rotate silently on the tip of a blade
Crying hot tears lost to the unknown
Like tiny dew-diamonds in the dawn,
Burned off in the heat of the desert sun.
I dance the dance and pray,
That I can only hold my tempo.
That I can keep my bloody balance,
Until the silver and crimson dawn comes and saves me once again…