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Array ( [sid] => 50651 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Evil Ballerina [time] => 2004-06-06 11:59:58 [hometext] => I just let my mind wander with this one, hope you like........ [bodytext] => I dance all day and hunt all night,
Hunt for victims just to hear their plight,
To look at I am a dainty little flower,
Inside my head is a wanting to cause fear and possess power.

I spin around and do a twirl,
I am a truly evil young girl,
My ruby red lips and painted eyes,
My pixie like ears that have heard many cries.

I put on an act and fool everyone I see,
I can make myself into whatever you want me to be,
But my face is the last one you’ll witness,
Curled up and distorted with all my wickedness.

As I tie my ballet shoe ribbon around your neck,
You shake and quiver like a nervous wreck,
You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover,
If you’d looked deep into my soul you would have discovered.

That I am a vicious and trained murderess,
A sociopath and nothing less,
My conscience is still yet to show it’s face,
I don’t think it will dare step into my dark place.

As your life is drifting away,
I dance for you, as I do by day,
The last thing you’ll see is the Evil Ballerina,
No-one lives to tell the tale of seeing her.




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Evil Ballerina

Contributed by pixie on Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 11:59:58 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I dance all day and hunt all night,
Hunt for victims just to hear their plight,
To look at I am a dainty little flower,
Inside my head is a wanting to cause fear and possess power.

I spin around and do a twirl,
I am a truly evil young girl,
My ruby red lips and painted eyes,
My pixie like ears that have heard many cries.

I put on an act and fool everyone I see,
I can make myself into whatever you want me to be,
But my face is the last one you’ll witness,
Curled up and distorted with all my wickedness.

As I tie my ballet shoe ribbon around your neck,
You shake and quiver like a nervous wreck,
You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover,
If you’d looked deep into my soul you would have discovered.

That I am a vicious and trained murderess,
A sociopath and nothing less,
My conscience is still yet to show it’s face,
I don’t think it will dare step into my dark place.

As your life is drifting away,
I dance for you, as I do by day,
The last thing you’ll see is the Evil Ballerina,
No-one lives to tell the tale of seeing her.








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Re: Evil Ballerina (User Rating: 1 )
by Sirena_Degana on Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 12:52:58 PM AEST
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This one captivated me from the first line. Very unique. When you let your mind wonder, you let it creep to places I've never witnessed. Good job!!!


Re: Evil Ballerina (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 02:05:59 PM AEST
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This sounds like a scene from a horror movie...lol All thats needed now is a bad storm and a power failure at midnight. ;o)

Frighteningly done
Roses
Larry


Re: Evil Ballerina (User Rating: 1 )
by Rhei76 on Sunday, 6th June 2004 @ 03:01:37 PM AEST
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Very well told, You did a nice job writting this.


Re: Evil Ballerina (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Monday, 7th June 2004 @ 07:34:38 AM AEST
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The title itself drew me to read it.
I'm glad I did.....never realised these ballerinas could be so scary, lol

steve




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