Final Waltz

I was going crazy. I knew I was.
Blood trickling down from my wrist.
My feet, my hands were soaked in it,
I saw no reason to live, so I did…

But here I am living,
With no one: dancing.
My hands held the air as I spun around,
Twirling in circles, dancing a midnight waltz.

It was dark all around me, I could barely see.
I just kept dancing, dancing with me.
Why do I try so hard to blend in?
With people and humanity?!

My white blazer was stained,
With evidence of my heart-broken rage.
My dark blue jeans was discoloured,
By the evidence, dried over a few days.

Don’t mind me I’m just dancing
Performing a waltz in front of no one.
No music, no one, no sounds,
Just me dancing, dancing for the dead.
Just me dancing, dancing till I’m dead.