Little Dancers

Little Dancers

They dance on a cliff

They can dance, they can dance

Right off the edge

 

Little Dancers

One by one

Fall into the epitome

Of an adults shame

 

Little Dancers

Porcelin faces

Crack as they hit the ground

A new being is born

 

Little Dancers

From their shells emerge

Monsters of the worst kind

With white out eyes and mutilated mouths

 

Little Dancers

Once beautiful

Now Hideous

Have lost their innocence

Reviews

[A-Lovely-Anxiety]

Beauitful.
"Little Dancers
From their shells emerge
Monsters of the worst kind
With white out eyes and mutilated mouths"