It was one of those summer nights
where I would be dancing to dawn
I thought I had spilled my claret
but no, there was blood on the dancefloor

I continued to dance looking around
to see who was bleeding
someone was well messed up
and I just wanted to help them

Then by the speakers by the mirror
I glanced at my wrists to see it was me
the one that was bleeding tragic
I had cut myself in sadness that day

I just keep dancing to the beat
taking deep deep breaths
for as a manic depressive
I love playing with death


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris