A Dance With Death

Acknowledge the truth,
An unsettling reality,
That we know not the sun's warmth;
We know not the true light.

Like slaves shackled,
Bound within a cave,
Who are we; if we are?
Can we see the light?

Light, artificial, is what we see.
Death is all that we can know.
We try to entomb the divine
But we are the one's entombed.

So you want damnation,
But not that which is your own.
We are all viper brooding people,
Our venom sprays with each word.

We don't know the truth,
We simply don't know.
We all dance to the hypnotic tune,
A danse macabre with the piper.

Dance! Dance to the tune!
Dance until you fall!
Macabre, and fragrant, the posies,
Decay masked by flowery smoke.

Who can escape this justice,
This very justice we seek?
Our shameful exposition
Quickens our disastrous fate.

Dance! Dance your life away!
Dance on hollowed hill.
See where it gets you;
Our corpses are hollowed shells.