• The song starts.
    I hear it copy the rythm of my heart.

    I stand up.
    I start to dance,
    I start to feel the beat in my bones.

    The beat that i lose myslef in.
    The beat you arent in.

    The beat that makes my hair shake.
    The beat that moves my dead body.

    My dead body that now stands alone.
    My limp body that sings alone.

    To the beat,
    To the lyrics.

    To the song.
    That goes on and on.