I danced as though Everyone watched.
Threw myself into movement;
Offered everything up to the God's...
A Human Sacrifice.
I offered them my blood
Flung my arms, my legs,
my head, torso and also
my mind into an
abyss of feeling.
I offered Everything.

The Audience was an opponent,
a challenger waiting
whilst I stood panting in
the wings.
I knew I'd have to fight them
with everything,
my glance retaliation
as I swept past them and
Danced.

Danced on,
danced with everything
Danced.
It was all that mattered.

Everyone was all that mattered.

That small speck of person
that filled an auditorium
with their presence.
Someone to watch,
to understand
the longing reach of
the turned up hand in
my choreography.
Someone who I knew would
feel empathy, because they
knew me.

Because I knew they loved me.

They do love me,
but they didn't come.

Once again Fate, you *******,
won.
The worst thing is, I knew it
would end up like this.
I knew, but for
once I wanted not to end up
Disappointed.

'Something' always comes up,
'Something' always ***** up along
the line, to mean that No-one
turns up on time,

or not at all.

No one saw me, No one at
all.
I danced to empty seats,
danced to the beat of an
absent heart, danced to the
hope that, at the end, the crowd
would part to show me
You

Everyone

But they didn't, and once again
I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

No point,
My Fate lies in disappointment.