Sitting in this broken down bar,
Nothing but a taste of a wannabe star;
Sad and broken;
Pitiful with a painted smile;
Never knowing that the show is over;
No one is watching,
No one is left to climb your mountain high.
Their souls were taken years ago;
While you were still hanging balloons in the yard,
while you had a bicycle and a pair of skates;
While you played hopscotch in the dark;
A trace of smoke trailed you,
Slender-man saw you.
Slender man already had you in his pocket.
With that first fall, The blood in your mouth;
A shadow too big to escape.
With an empty chorus, your fate was sealed.
Singing in this broken down bar
Nothing but a taste of a wannabe star
Slender man is all that’s left.
The stage is dark, the show is over.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2018