In the darkness they do a dance. Around and round with beats of a trance. In twined together like a worm on a hook, sucking each other while others look.
He use to be young, but the dance made him old; she on the other dances in the cold.
Dancing along as the leach dance goes on, he longs for his freedom but he's only her pawn.
If he could be honest and let his secrets out; she'd not have that hold on him that keeps him dancing about.
She laughs as she pulls the strings of a master puppeteer. Swaying him heather pulling him there. The melody of the leach dance calls to his ears. She's a damn sucking leach that keeps him near.
It takes two to dance this deadly duet, the only way to stop it is to crush her neck.
Honesty is the best policy, so the good book says. Doing this deed insures the leach is dead.
The song whines down and stops not forever, tell two others pick up and begin a new dance together.
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