cloaked in the color of darkness,
sultry little black dress of death
And with each threatening step,
each tantalizing breath,
she takes a little part of you.
And yet you
two-stepping on a tightrope,
lost in your intoxication,
a drunken moving meditation,
dodging flames as the world burns,
she’s gotten a hold of you.
And still you
because you know
she cannot touch you
can only have so much of you
no stranger to chaos, are you?
You love to play with fire so you
Dance until the storm becomes you.
Dance until the flames engulf you.
Dance until the waters drown you.
So then maybe you can be free.
You’re desperate to be free,
dance a little quicker,
swallow down your liquor,
quickly quench your thirst,
in your lusty rebirth,
she consumes you.
Are you tired yet? Too bad.
There’s more fun to be had,
gird your loins and hold your stance,
best get comfortable in your trance,
there’s no escaping this game of chance,
so if you want to live,
then you’ve got to