Dancing lost black soul – poem

LA la La la La Her demons taunt her But there’s silence on her end She’s completely broken She’s hanging on by a slim piece of string Until it snaps Until she snaps Until there’s nothing left of the person she was once No smiles No brightly shining eyes No emotions, they’re trapped in an ice box Eyes hard as stone She has no demons now but is it She holds her head up high a crown sitting upon her head – Elle