Last Dance Poem by K J

This is our last dance. Our last dance.
And to this dance we drag ourselves with partners in hand.
To the blood drenched floor and we begin.
Our clothes are stained and red but on we dance. Our shoes are full and cold but on we dance.
We twirl, we bow, we dart and turn and still we move on.
Our glasses are full but untouched, our plates are set but unused.
Our food grows black and our eyes grow blanc, but still the music plays.
Our breathing slows to a heartbeat and our faces loose there expression.
Our days have ended our dance and as each of us falls to the ground, we fall snugly into our coffins.
Theses graves that hide our cold, stiff bodies are but time stopped till our dance is done.

And now we twirl no more, we fall, we rise, we leap, we scream no more.
Our dance is finished.
And we will never dance again.