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[starlite820]

Hum,
I am always singing
Gyrating to a rhythm within my bones
Inaudible,
Seen from the outside as
Insanity,
Peculiarity,
In reality,
Blind-sighted.
Performing my dance
Carrying out the routine
Unaware of myself,
Even when looking the mirror
Standing in front of the shined glass
I block what's behind me
And only see the costumes I put on
To hide my self-inflicted gashes,
Bestowed upon me by the dance I do
To you,
My background music.
The beats that drive me to extremes,
Throw me off cliffs,
And I soar down in the adrenaline rush of oblivion.
Still I walk,
I shake, and I groove,
With eyes and ears open
Searching for the source of my motion
My background music
You,
Sitting in a dark alley
Ready to ambush me with your passivity.
Still I arrive,
Bright-eyed and poised
To crumple
At the blow
Of your breath
"Shh"
The nape of your neck,
Read your body language:
Close your ears
I no longer play for you,
Gouge out your eyes
I don't care for you to see.
Still,
Pause,
Boom, click, psch,
Pick myself up
Dance back to you tomorrow,
Its okay,
I'll always have my music,
My insanity,
Blind-sighted.