Dancing the dance of the dead
The  [un]dead scream for my hand to pull them out, to pull me in
I never know the difference
Your name is on my lips: pale and hushed
I hunger for your kiss: long and rushed
The whisper of the loud world plays in me ears; through my ears, behind my eyes
Behind my dull, brown eyes
My dull eyes you seem to love that are bright to my ashen skin
I look to the mirror
The cracked mirror that mirrors my cracked heart
This girl I see, this beast, is no longer human
I am the [un]dead, dead again
In a broken body held together by your arms
So strong.
Yet, no one can mend the cracks