Dancing Dead
Narayán García Campos
You don't know
How you got here
The time
Is the past century
A dance
Fancy people
And she just
Looks at you
Pretty like no other
But something is wrong
And you feel it
Dead people dancing: phantoms!
Now you know
The truth
Dead fingers
All over your body
Cold as winter
And you try
Returning
Wake up
From this nightmare
But there's no escape
From their embrace
Keep dancing away
Phantom!