Macabre Dance

A dark poem that I'm not sure where it came from.

You look at me and smile
The blood dribbling down your mouth
Stretch out a bony, white hand
Beckoning me to join the macabre dance
Taking place in front of me

Whirl and stomp
Hiss and spit
Drink the life giving blood
That flows aplenty

Forget your troubles
Become one with the hatred
That is deep within you

There is no use fighting it
It will win
So come dance
And drink of your desires