Laces And Faces I just sat down and wrote, as I haven't done that in way too long. -- Ladies in swirling big dresses Men with fancy mustaches They all twirl around and around me. I see a glimpse of a familiar face Which quickly lost by a flash of lace And I feel lost once more. I see fuzzy and cannot concentrate I can't tell the time nor remember the date I don't know how I got here or who I am. I can feel the corset constricting my waist I bite my toungue and scowl at the taste I cannot find myself. A granfather's clock chimes it's eight forty-two Above the sound of dancing shoes And turn around to face it. I see my reflection on it's face And this creature I see looks misplaced Because that isn't me. The room swirls and bends under my feet My eyes scan for an empty seat But all I see are dancers dancing around me. I feel sick, I feel ill like I've taken the wrong pill As I collapse on the wooden floor. I feel a rush, has it stopped? Have my head fibally popped? And then everything is gone. There is only black and I can't hear As I am taken compeltely by fear Have I gone blind? Have I gone mad? I wake up in my room The clock's green glow says its five after two And for a moment I do not know who I am. Why would I dream of a ball? I think as I wonder the halls And then I remember, and then I recall It was my past #life. --- I feel this is shit but I haven't written poetry in so long that anything goes. Wrote this all in one sitting, in one goal, so I apologize if this makes little sense.