Alone,
inside the depths of me,
yet surrounded.
The dancers come to me,
uninvited,
unwelcome,
unwanted.
Pushing away only draws them closer,
so close.
They touch,
their hands seeking
what I have to offer.
They crave the wild creature
of the night
that lurks beneath a surface
meant to enchant them,
meant to draw them closer,
so close.
I only lead
since they follow.
I only touch
since they offer.
I only hurt
since they mean nothing.
~Drake