The Dancers

When we dance, the sun fades away. We are filled with the darkness. We move in and out of nightmares searching for our bodies. Our souls free to roam in the shadows where no one can see.

When we dance, we spin and spin until our humanity falls. We are whole again. One single being, devouring all other life. Filling ourselves with the pain and joy of others.

When we dance, you, the observer, cease to exist. You are simply an object in the silence; deafened. We hear the drumming, the heartbeats, the voices.

We walk the sea of black looking for more. When we're pulled back to reality, we'll swallow you whole. For we run with the spirits of the broken and cold. We are the dancers. We are the dreamers.