Dancing

dancing with my devil's past, i start thinking about the bad things i don't want to remember its been another long day words racing around in my head makes it impossible to sleep so i get up and walk around i think I've finally reached my limit all walls have fallen before me glass from the mirror lays broken and my hands bleed from the cuts the phone rings and its more bad news to add to the stress my eyes swell and i begin to cry here comes the thought "just die" around in circles i dance the sounds from my radio plays in the background but i have too much to think about to actually hear it i'll dance it off my aggression will soon disappear