YOU ARE READING poems of death and sadness Poetry Dead man's day 94 18 13 by Spirit-Reaper by Spirit-Reaper Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I dance through the halls But I never fall I'm having a ball I run threw the street But I can't feel my feet But I don't need a seat In the graveyard I play Dancing on my grave What a wonderful day