Today is the day of the dance.
This whole day I've been in a trance.
Imagining the perfect night.
Dancing with my date under the spotlight.
Being the most beautiful there.
Perfection done from shoes to hair.
We'll be goals for everyone.
Until the rope becomes undone.
The dance is perfect for murder.
Acid will spill on her.
She'll pay for her actions.
For selling all my laxitives.
For sleeping with my date.
And for calling me names.
The dance is my game.
Cutting the rope will end her life.
Screams will rise.
She'll catch everyone's glance.
All of this will happen at the dance.
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Random Poems
PoetryBasically poems. For when I'm bored. !!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!!! A lot of the poems will be depressing or messed up in some sort of way. Please don't assume the poems are about me. Very few are.
