You play games as you dance on the strings of her heart.
Her heart has a purpose.
Seems nothing more than a perfect pump .
He who stands regardless of the vague skittish wanderer.
That flits into his dreams in the blackest of nights
.
She'll watch you dance from a distance before the fire light.
Firelight, that somehow flickers with desire.
Incarcerated she is.
Captured by your spirit.
Longing to break free.

She cries freedom from your chains.
Those of mortal remains.
Remains that still live.
Remain to achieve.
Seeking and sauntering,
Onwards,
Through shadows that feel.
Unreal.
Deliverance from the dance.
(C) LIVVI