by Nick Gisburne
Imprisoned in the shiver of a dance,
Her body lashed with nauseating light,
She whirls within a hot, hypnotic trance,
Tormented by the never-ending night.
The music burns with misery, despair,
Her efforts to reject it wild, but weak.
In labyrinths of rhythmic, twisted air,
Distortions steal the twisted bliss they seek.
Her tortured spirits straining, starved, they spin,
Bewildered as her soul begins to bleed.
Engulfed, the madness strips away her skin,
And on her breath perverse vibrations feed.
The dance of death she suffered to survive
Could never keep her life, her light, alive.
