Dancing with Death

by Stephanie   Aug 11, 2013


Suddenly you are a slave to your own song
You are completely exhausted but you keep going
Keep going to the point where you are out of breath
You are certain that you are going to die
So certain you start seeing specks of light
Heaven's Pearly gates thrust open
But you keep going
Until the end of the song
And then
You snap back
More alive than ever.

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