Literature
Dance into Madness
Every moment we are alive,
Has in it the seeds of our own demise
We seek to bury who we are,
And when we are discovered, we act surprised
We blame others for our passions,
Passions which we seek to deny,
And when confronted with the truth,
We use any excuse as an alibi
Life is a painted tapestry,
Of pictures, emotions, and words
Sadly there are so many,
Who use all of them as a scourge
We dance into madness,
With every dark design and dark deed
So many of us simply do not care,
About all those whom we make bleed
We waste our time and lives,
So caught up in what we perceive,
When suddenly without warning,
We are no longer believed
Thankfu