Neon lights flicker on my pale gray skin,
I stumble to the music with a wicked grin.
My heartbeat stopped ages ago they say,
But I still own the dance floor anyway.
Rotten black lipstick, glitter in my hair,
Moonlight follows me everywhere.
The graveyard’s quiet, but I crave the sound,
So I raise the dead when the bass drops down.
I sip cold chaos from a broken cup,
Every monster in town is showing up.
Skeleton DJs spin till the morning starts,
While zombie girls dance with their falling-apart hearts.
I may be undead, but I’m living tonight,
Dancing through the darkness beneath neon light.
Cause even the dead still need somewhere to belong,
And my afterlife is one endless song.
poem By Elizavella
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