Of Dice (And Dancing Silhouettes)

The gambler holds

His head erect

He is watching

            Deciding.

 

(Dance pretty one

Dance for every ounce

Of regret)

 

He rolls the Dice (Die)

And gets a

Seven.

Two and Five.

 

(Dance my dear

Dance for every lie

Told {by you}

            [to you]

Dance for every

Deceitful breath

 

Every dishonest

Thought.)

 

The gambler

Smiles

Slow and painful.

Happy as he is

(Sick and twisted)

Unhappy

{Un-joyful}

{Un-glad}

{Un-content}

Happy as he is

Sad.

 

(Dancing silhouettes)

 

Watch him now

His eyes are moving

(Endless pools of

Petrol

Lighting

{Burning}

With the smallest flicker

Of [Dishonesty]

Flame)

And you,

The dice in his

Over-sized hands,

You my dear

(Must dance.)

Are the source

Of his suspicion.

 

(Dance my dear)

{You must dance}

 

But every landing

You execute

Is (Seven)

The same.

 

(Dance)

 

The gambler raises

His (Dark) eyes

(Dark and deep)

 

(Dance)

 

He sees now.

He sees our

(Souls)

Deceit.

 

(Dance)

 

‘So’

He says

And his voice is

Like

The End.

 

(Dance)

 

He rolls the (Die)

Dice

 

(Dance)

 

Seven.

 

(Dance)

Seven.

(Dance)

Seven.

(Dance)

 

‘So’

He says

And his voice

Is

The End.

 

 

(Dance).

 

Reviews

[Chirpy!]

mmm... dance my pretty one... you must dance... such music in this one!
I actually started dancing a little!!

[Eira Anchor]

bravo my friend, i liked it. but boy was all the brackets and punctuation and s**t confusing!

[Beatrice Mars]

...wow i love it.....i loved the way it sorta rhymed and it didn't rhyme....like i wasn't sure if it rhymed or not...( i'm not sure that makes sense...)