A Melody

I know too well
That hell is neither a place nor a person
But a feeling
Which tugs at your chest,
And weighs down your eyelids.
A siren
Seducing my surrender,
Luring me into the depths of
An eternal sleep.
How do you walk away from a melody so sweet?
Mesmerized, I have continued moving
Towards it,
The volume increasing as my legs guide me
To it. I am
Enthralled by its music, and I let
My hips sway to the rhythm
With every step
I take.
Lately, the melody has become so amplified
That my ears hear nothing else.
Hell is inescapable, and
All I can do now
Is dance.