Ballet

Under this dead and faded sun Forzen I disappear and turn to stone Wake me now Like a secret mission inside my brain Falling underneath The sign of contortion Bleeding little creatures Dancing on my head Singing songs of the beautiful dead Now I slow

Turning faded pages A hint of calla She was a refugee From across the wall Acting out a story Written in the air Illicit in the darkness Silent applause Dancing with sadness Just for herself Lost in the motion A mime with no end Shadows hold jelous e