...and she again she danced.

Into the deep night by the fire.
So tantalizingly close to the flame.
The fire burns the skin.
Fire purges the soul from sins.

...and again she twirled

Back and forth she swings.
Playing a game she could never win.
Stealing so much from an innocent soul.
Taking so much of what she couldn't have.

...and again she ran

To a far, far away land.
Noone would know her.
Noone would judge her.
What cannot be seen does not exist.

...and again she fell

Down to her knees.
Face in her hands.
The tears unstoppable.
Waiting for darkness.

...waiting for it all to end

It's all very fragile, you see. When I was younger I had dreams. So many of them. I still have dreams. Most of them seem to dissipate into thin air, killed by the invisible katanas carried by the tentacles of reality.

"I don't know really" said she. "The way I see it, there isn't an end to this vicious cycle. It may be karma, it may be fate. All I know is that I fear it would all end. I don't want to lose this. It has been a while since I felt even remotely happy. It has been a while since I've felt like this. Infact, it has never been like this. I loved my freedom, I loved being myself but now I want to morph."

What do you mean?

"I'd like to be different. I'd like to be the person that listens. I'd like to take care of someone. I'd like to be normal. Maybe if I was normal, I'd have a normal life. Less dramatic, less intense. A life that I could probably settle into. One where I'd wake up in the morning, make breakfast for my man, my kids and possibly my dog; just like in Kellogg's advertisements."

Wouldn't that bore you senseless?

"It might, it might not. I do not know. I do not have the chance to tell you what is it like. Chances are, I'll probably never get that opportunity to."

Good night world. May the sandman find his way to your beds. Infidel little bastard.