Title: Echoed Encore.
Inspirations: Dancers/Ballerinas/ The reality..
Picture/Music: They move in another art form
Comments: Are a given.. for me.
Bitter girl dance for me once more please.
On strings ribbon silk, you are beautiful again.
The platform looms as you bow with a noose dropping on your slither neck silently.
Brokenly, you twirl effortless slipping up on a graceful elegance edge.
On the breakout attempt you are speculated.
You are going to fail my love perfect, falling..
Descending, carefully you are dying pretty.
Girl, just embracing this little wounded drenched slitted wrists string. Gone crimson.
Discarded and dropping in you'll be a remembered nothing..
With a trigger ready to go..in hand.
In the memorable performance.
Your fingers turn feverish and in a contorted delirium turn.
You disappear in the smoke bravo applause drowning in the echoed
Author's Mental thoughts: Well thank you to anyone reading this..art is by: ProdigyBomBay. Once again thank you dear reader/readers..\