Observation of the Day.

Sitting within darkened rooms in an illegal state of mind.
Ancient people with their flesh coats dripping with slow motion death.

What once was..

I danced for you, like the cascading frost in the early morning.
From leaf to flower; from bird to tree; from house to pavement.
All the while, trying to prove myself to you.
A pirouette, a leap, a dip, a curve, a smile.
All the while, trying to prove my beauty to you.

You watch me curl and bend with ravenous eyes, with a hunger fit for a King.
With a smile and a gentle hand, you lead me into a field of thorns.
Where I will dance no more.