EvaPersephone

I age,
with every spin,
I 'm dying
every minute
rotating
every day
rotting
dancing
to the tune of Time
I fade
to the rhythm of death
drawing vicious circles
around myself
around the sun
I spin eternally
I melt eternally
under the sun
a wax-woman
walking on the sun
in my white tutu
in my wedding dress
pieces of flesh
falling
I dance eternally
rotting with every spin
in my white tutu
I 'm a skeleton
in my funeral dress
in my music box
a rotting ballerina
in my music coffin
rotating
a clockwork doll
breaking
with every move
moldering
with my teary eyes
I watch you
dance
die
in the mechanical ballet
of life
of the inevitable
a dance of bones
winder toys parade
a ball of shades"
"I am the rotting ballerina"
"shall we dance"
I ask you...