Blood Staned Ballet

by chiharu   Sep 11, 2005


It was your heart
it was your soul
it gave you power
or so you told

but it was gone
for me and you
as the crowned all screamed
and the bullet when through

it was your solo performance
it would have been the best best
if i hadn't pulled the trigger
and the bullet hadn't hit you chest

the crowd came in a skater
and people were in aw
you fell on your face
as i showed my applause

everyone stayed and stared
as i walked in the light
and circled your body
and as you stared in fright

your eyes widened
you wanted to run
but it was easy to see
your life was more then half done

i bend down to move
the strands of hair in your face
you breathing is rapid
your heart starts to pace

i couldn't stay long
for i was tackled on stage
by the police swat members
who appeared to be in a state of rage

the day after your death
the look on my face
turned from happy to pissed
when you got first place

even thought i tried
to put you ass out of play
i didn't really win
i just got a blood staned ballet

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