I should have never accepted this invitation…      All the lights spilled like tipping glasses   But he stood out more then his size 11’s   Guns kissing his hips, loaded up on shots   Eyes like dead suns, setting right on me   He claimed he hadn’t killed in a while and was getting hungry      “This is the night” he said   “You’ll be dancing round the holes   One missed step, one false move   And you’ll be learning how to walk again”      Dance bitch!      Knowing I had shoes of failure   And knowing I could not compete with the beat of 9’s   I just let him load the melody and use me to keep time   This tempo was deadly      Amongst the heat of 2 step   The dust was kicking but I fell left footed   Blown wide stance   I joined the slip on the red floor drip      You’ve left heels aching and lungs fading   And breathing is now a choice too painful to choose   The secret was to dodge on coming death   But with fatigue in my legs, I just didn’t have the moves   Pick apart the moment, and piece me back together   I became the victim with the slowest feet   And the stain that still bleeds off beat      This is what happens when killers meet bad dancers   And when tangos end empty chambered