The violinists are playing too fast for me to keep up

And my heart skips a beat and is instantly onto the next

But my partner is dead on the floor and the crowd keeps telling me to keep on dancing.

I'm racing through my thoughts, sorting and organizing them trying to rearrange into something that makes sense

My skin becomes cold as my feet hit the floor

With great elegance I spun round and round until my knees began to shake and my body could not support its own weight

I crashed to the floor beside my partner, and my hands began to bloody and the knife seemed to almost appear in my hands

I looked down in horror as I realized that the glinting blade was buried deep in his back and I was drowning in a pool of his innocent blood