Dead Girl Singing

She lays in bed,
Music is disturbing the still silence.
She doesn't move,
All but her lips stay still.
She's mouthing the words,
Her skin is pale,
Hair brittle,
Eyes dead.
She's not alive anymore.
She's a dead girl singing,
No one has found her yet.
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I feel like I should dedicate this poem to sweet, sweet Dayana.