Dance of Death

There was an angel,
Innocent and pure.
She danced in the meadows of thistle and grass,
With rosemary perfuming the breezes,
Singing along with the blue jays and robins.
She wore a dress of white,
With white ribbons and apple blossoms in her hair.
They praised her for her beauty,
They applauded her for her grace,
They saw her for her smile,
They never thought it was all fake.

Inside she was suffering,
They all ignored her for their troubles,
Abandoned her at her time of need.
She'd never felt the warmth of love,
They all left her for others.
Yet she kept on her happy fake smile,
Telling the world a lie.

It all went well,
Until one day it all became too much.
The ignorance, the pain, the despair,
All from those she called friends.
They added betrayal and regret to her sorrow.

She took a knife and slashed that porcelain skin,
Letting the blood fall onto the green grass.
She danced barefoot in the bloodstained grass.
The rain poured down, weeping in duet,
Her dress was stained with blood and tears.
The sky thundered darkness and night,
Screaming along with her pain.
She danced her last dance,
The dance of death.

A/N: Meh, that turned out ok, I guess. Wrote this when I was feeling in a
dark mood