Victory's Dance is Over

Written by: Michael Smith

Shimmers falling through 
The panes of twilight glass
Finds the shadows 
Facing this sleepless man

Lying deep within lives limbo
His world of nothing
Algorithms in his head
Echo silent sounds of dreaming

Outside he hears…
The earth
And her struggles
Just for breathing

Beneath the sirens
Of the far away night
Blood stains like rain
Running in gutters of city streets

It’s the last time he remembers
If he ever had a real friend
Because death is always…
Just days around the bend

And in his ears...
Heart beats throb on and on
Shallow like drum's rhythms
Reminding him again, victory’s dance is nearly done