Dance the last dance

To rescue yourself from annihilation of your own demise. The sight of your lifeless body lies. Rescue me is not an option. Caution as you are getting close to your auction. Grown that much, hold on to much,said to much. The darkness is near, the fear is much real. Skinless skin becomes the scented rubber of my bed. We have come to rest,beyond all the rest. The feast has just begun to feed the unknown self. The brake, the tear, the rip, the stare, as if nothing was there. Empty shells being broken. Moistness and dampness of the inner soils.The soil of a lifeless life. Of motion one’s done, only memories are left undone. To go through it you must have been the creator of the journey. You only see the memory of what was, not what is or what it will be, just the beginning of a chapter yet not written, it will be empty, lifeless alone. The growth of new life dances with death all over the shell. Growing bigger as the feast is open to sell. Everybody leaving when all is over. Dance the last dance, drink the last drink, eat the last piece. Nothing was there and nothing is left. Till next time, dance the last dance...