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White Dancing

Sometimes I feel the need to yell back:

Rise up to the madness that is towering to collapse

All around me in these broken ruins

That once were dreams.

There are so many pieces.

There are indeed so very many pieces.

I do not know where they all are.

I feel broken, croaking, and yell into the deeps.

Go back to sleep! Monster!

Go back to sleep.

Give me peace.

The hum of the machinery clatters on,

The drum of death, moves slowly towards the dawn.

I will not wake up again to an empty house.

I will claim my right to sing again

In the forest of my dreams.

I claim again my peace to dance,

As I did, once,

In the ancient days.