Deep within her iris
See the hollow empty look in her eyes
The swirls of madness spins around
As insanity once again flies

The Stark white colour of her face
The Vampire white is too bizarre
The dusty make up upon her cheeks
The sluggish eyeliner that looks like tar

The jet-black silky sheet for hair
Drapes on her like midnight
The black darkness of her hair
Only makes her look more white

Her walk that trips 
And stumbles in a daze
Can’t walk in a straight line
Always walking though a haze

The frills on her dress
Are lined with ripped grace
The blood can be seen 
As it is on her face

The elegant girl 
Shattered and broken
Her short sweet name 
Shall never be spoken