Not like dancing

I found myself in the tango Dancing with danger Catching myself ready to strike He beats me to the mark Twisting and turning He began to control the dance Its become dark Twisted No longer enjoying the thrill The chase has become quick The capture happens Stifling Became to much to handle All Consuming Struggling with shadows What awaits you around the corner Catching glimpses of the matador Actually the captor now It began so quickly Should've thrown speed bumps in the way A stop sign for sure Seeing red Charging full speed like a bull The dance has become a chase And there is no more fun