Dead Ballerina

Her hair black as the night,
Her eyes so gray and full of fright,
Her face so pale, so very white,
Her heart so broken, she cannot see the light.

Her skin deteriorating to the bone.
Everyone fears her; she is all alone.
Come, my dead ballerina, dance the night away.
Right here in the cemetery where many corpses lay.

Think about the friends you had,
The brutal beatings from your dad,
The rude remarks from your classmates,
Being the girl that everyone hates.

Let the memories bring tears to your eyes,
There are still many things that you must realize.
Things like when you committed suicide,
Like telling people that you were happy; we know you lied,
Wanting to be buried in your tutu,
Nothing else mattered to you.

Now, ever night, you rise from your grave,
Dancing all night, you’re no one’s slave.
You have no friends to call your own.
So, Dead Ballerina, rot all alone.