The Grim Dance

A Poem by aphotic locket

Day and night. Black and white. All simultaneously running together to make warm blood bright.

Can't figure out if things are okay.
Can't figure out which emotions to display.
Seems the world will crumble with a poke of dismay,
Yet I see new love, and those with no hope pray.

Confusion sets in with this double glance.
Pondering on if i should give my life a chance?
But what if I don't want to dance,
this bitter sweet dance of abash stance?

Don't want to be alone in this ballerina strife.
Someone show me the light of this life.
I believe it's hiding in the reflection of this knife,
only tangible through a non-tangible sort of afterlife.

Black and white.
Day and night.
All simultaneously running together to make warm blood bright.
I'm not the only one confused, right?

Let my limbs sway to this boisterous beat.
Accept the fact we're stuck here until black and day can properly meet.
It is the absence of self-knowing that I know I must defeat.
It is the question of 'how?' that i must answer,
In order to stop this dance and take a long-anticipated seat.