Skin pale as first snow fall.
You lay silent.
Your eyes wide open but see nothing.
The line has been crossed.
Turning back is not an option.
Arms flail while cold steel is passed hand in hand.
So much noise, but you hear nothing.
You danced and danced, but the song is about to be over.
You played with the fun demons and lost.
The ride is never free, you will pay dearly.
You will know nothing for this is the end.
But they will all know you.
The real you.