The dance of death has a lifeful face
your moves are stumbling into disgrace.

Shallow feelings dressed up as depth
hollow responses, catch your breath.

Echoes are booming from plastic walls
trembling legs, and a fear that gnaws.

Swirling eddies of life, have sucked me dry
grounded forever, no more to fly.

The crown of gold, now a crown of thorns
the expensive clothes, now lay ragged and worn.

A wondrous halo, and aura bright
now weighed down, with dimmed light.

Nothing is ever what it seems
I am forever blessed in my dreams!

Warmest regards Michael.