The black silk on her shirt
The lace on her shoes
You would think she was beautiful
Once, I did too

Underneath all the frill
Seeking under the poof
Each layer of fabric
Gives a reason, it's all the proof

The evidence of a secret
The lies untold
Creeping under the high heels
Over the face labeled: Bold

She gave an aperrence
To fool you all
With a dress and footware
It seems she is aproaching a ball

Inside her thoughts
and every movment with in
She wears ratty old clothes
And her emotions and sin

Side by side she lies them in front of you
Placing them all around
But you notice nothing but a girl
That leaves a trace of sound

The echo of tears, do you notice now?
She gave up her life
Lying in her hand
She used one knife

She is wearing her lace, and sliky pink shirt
The beautiful dress with frill
That nicley white dress is now a dark red
With blood, and a knife, in the other hand lies one last pill

As you look upon the blood covered creature
That once you thought was beautiful and sweet
Now what's left of her
Gives you second thoughts about who she hates to meet

The storm of rage grows
She seemed happy and joyful
But deep inside, her dress was always jet black
She felt so mournful

The lace turned to ash
Her high heels are worn out
The dress she wears is raggid and torn
In her dreadful head she wants to shout

Give her real silk
Show her the lace
The old life is over
We've finished the race.

A/N: If there are any spelling mistakes please resist to tell me because most likely I will find out right when I post this. I like most of this poem but I personally think I forced part of the ryhming. Hope you like it besides all the flaws. Review please!