The Dancer

[THE DANCER] The shattered glass, in a million pieces. The blood spilled on the floor. She never lived, she never was. All the pain, all the disdain... she never was one for tolerance. Alone she dances. Those shattered pieces mean her no harm, it was not her fault... She's just dancing. Don't think It hurts. You'll never know the hurt of complete isolation. She doesn't even know, she just keeps dancing. Beautiful Graceful Lost Broken. In her mind she lives, she loves she knows she is. For her, the music never stops, she just keeps dancing... Beautiful Graceful Alive. The pain never reaches her, not when she's dancing. She knows no loneliness, she knows not what it is to cry, to hate, to fear. She just dances. But no, not even she can escape reality. The music stops. She falls. The shattered glass pierces her, Hate, Loneliness, Darkness, Pain, Fear, Anger, Jealousy, Self-Loathing... She Feels.