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Ballerina
Grey distant haze and soft seeping slices saw through the heart
More like a puncture than a cut, but then again how to tell them apart?
Every muscle in my body hardening and weighing to a numbness
Feeling everything yet nothing, the irony strangling til im breathless.
Every swirling distructive thought consuming my mind
Embraced by static... fed by lies and hidden not to find.
The craving of the careful delicate cut of a blade
One.. two.. three.. one more until it away it fades.
Carving away at the numbness inside of what i hope to find.
Only seemingly getting closer and closer to the breach of losing my mind.
Teetering over the edge of nothingness, a clumsy ballet dance across a fine line
How many times have i walked this taunting rope in my reckless helpless cry...
The world spins around me and my screams echo into air
It absorbs all sound and im left spinning and kicking blindly there.
Poor ballerinas relentless futile silent struggle against the nothingness
Until she falls in exhaustion to the floor.. loosing each fragile breath.
Giving up her gracious fury, it slowly consumes her, this numbness
Each slow passing second, sinking, falling, more and more as she loses herself.
