Can you think of a better way?
She died on the dance floor,
Music resurrected her.
Her drug was the beat
thrumming against her veins.
She couldn't help the heart stopping waltz,
cause there's little more to this life but hell and heaven.
So when she stopped she saw the world past the reality mask,
and had to admit she might be wrong,
That was harder than actually breathing inside an empty shell.
Letting go was the way she made up for all the mistakes she made.
Saying she was wrong was the way she told other people she was okay.
She lied and cheated her way to fame,
sang from the rooftop of her transgressions.
Sometimes God let's words go,
let's passions loose on humanity.
Sometimes the world just won't let you escape with your life.
So just get down on your knees and pray that you'll make it out alive.
I'll pray with you, it's that simple.
Cause when I saw her die, I knew it wouldn't be long before we followed her too.
Don't let me down, the music is turned up way too loud.
Today is the day to make a mistake of a lifetime.
So come on, and dance yourself to death with me.
Because, can you think of a better way to die?
Sounds like dancing/music is very inspirational to you in many ways!
Or not.
You could just be one of those people who are awesome without personal experience.
If so,
YAY!
IT is a very well thought-out poem and very vivid and abstract.