No Thing

Her transparent body floats, taking hold of what is now,

She tilts her head, walking into a haze, million dirty ways,

She jumps, pointing her toes, her elegance to be gained in precise movement,

The dead beat of the song pulsing through the room,

You can’t see the tears that she’s cried behind the mask,

She tried to forget the horror, but it’ll never leave for the past has resurrected,

The waves, yea, they drag her down, down below an abyss everyone forgets when you die,

But to die, she said, would be an untold story,

For Death is an untold story.

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