The Dancing Dead

The dancing dead:

In my eyes a nothingness
Infinite and catatonic
That bares the truth of nothing less
Than the prize you won;
The spoils of war.

In my smile an emptiness
So obscene and so ironic,
It tells the tale of choices made,
That echoes quietly,
forever more.

I have become a dancing dead,
Yours, my darling,
your revelation,
Existent only in your head,
Forever more,
Your own creation.

I do the deeds you ask of me,
And dance for you, at your command,
The strings you pull have conquered me,
As I lay submissive
In your hand.

It seems a Titan walked my way,
And quaked the Earth
Beneath my feet
To ravage all I held so dear,
And shape my soul so incomplete.

And here I am, obedient,
Dancing just for you, my dear,
And if you say so,
It will be,
As if I was never really here.

- XXX