The Dance

Static screams in shattered winds
Scattered pain and rage, within

Fall hard lost soul out of time
Trapped in a storm inside

Leaping to his feet in darkness so profane
Dancing to a beat his demons celebrate

Spinning round, spinning round.... and round

Light the sky with aching thoughts
The storms pass quickly by
This all he knows dark clouds lost in his mind
Lonely is the path he walks on every night