Pastel Skin with a milky glow,

In her mind she does not know.

Touch her wrist & feel her hurt,

Ruby red drops fall to the dirt.

Dancing girls of times past,

The boys ask for dances & she’s always last.

Watch her move across the floor,

No one knows after tonight she’ll be no more.

Her bones are beauty and her life is none;

In her hands she holds the loaded gun.

Pressed to her temple, one clean shot.

If it’s that simple how could she not?

Dresses of black, & sadness’ tears,

She killed away all her fears.

Lying alone in this dark place,

Forever a smile upon her face.