dull clouds, blinding lead
on the journey to the gate
sullen dancers pull their
painted faces off bowed
heads... dripping streams
of coagulating colors
coerced of their clothes,
bare dancers drag against
the sorrowful scenery
their destruction, the bow
pulled over coarse strings
suspended overhead,
echoing a malicious melody
infamous dance traipsed
on the journey to the gate
heavy breaths, heaving chests
spew their tainted dreams
in jagged speech and
languished soliloquy
poured out bottles wobble
and spin, stumble and trip
through the moist veils
what's not needed stays
behind, what's not wanted
piles on, what's not heeded
bleeds the dancers dry
straggling stick figures
on their journey to the gate
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