Remember when you was just a little child? The imagination that comes with playing your make belief games.

You hear them ever so softly. Begging you to hold on for just one more day.

I want to go home. I left a long time ago even though I was still there.

My body was the road map, your fingertips was the pin. You left behind your mark, with every place you've been.

Dancing with Death can be fun. A enticing trance that moves you so effortlessly with it's rhythm.