An eternal dawn breaks over the horizon
          capturing every breath of air.
Last words hanging on of the lips of people—
          people who no longer care.

The moon rises and brings shining rays.
          I dance in its milky pool of light,
Shadows as my audience—my encore.
          Emphasis. Support. Attention.

These people—they cannot breathe or laugh or cry.
          Frozen forever in a moment long forgotten.
Oh, but I never forget. Remember?
         I saw the blood on your hands.