The Ballerina

Watch the young, innocent ballerina
See her sleep soundlessly
Lulled to sleep by her idols
Fever and Odd

She loves them dearly
She looks to them as closure
When no one else is there.
Listening to their melodies,
Slowly having a sense of belonging

The Guitarist sparks her interest in poetry
The Singer inspires her to be herself
The Drummer gives her power with every beat
The Bassist fills an empty figure

Fever is sharp, dark, and filled with melancholy.
Nails and Martyrdom, To Dance and Lying
These words float through her head
Rebellious, feisty, stand out.
You are not alone, sweet child.

Odd is calm, light, and happy
Rabbits, Downpours, Day and Night.
They provide her comfort, a warm place to lay.
You are safe dear child.
We are still here, only different form.

When change shows up
The fighting starts
"We're leaving!" shout the Guitarist and Bassist
The Ballerina is reduced to tears
How could they split? Why?

The Ballerina lies in the melodic memories
A New Perspective comes about
How could they change?
She is unsure of what to do.

She dances along, and finds herself not so alone
She thinks she's moved on.
She's happy!
She belongs!

Virtues comes along
Rekindles a lost love
She follows the harmony
This isn't too bad yet.

It takes a while.
The realization sets in,
This isn't Them.

She goes along with Mona Lisa and Sarah, listens to the Hurricane
It is all fine, different, but fine.
She no longer depends on them.

But then a moment comes.
They're gone.
Changed.
A past life gone.

She realizes that she's died with them
She's changed with them.
From Sins, to Seas, and now to Witches.
She's followed them.
She's realized she no longer needs them.

The memories are there
The comforts, she's grateful
The strength to move on
It's all with them.

The Ballerina leaves that darkened stage,
With tears in her eyes,
Tears of joy and hate, of happiness and misery,
Now, finally, the curtains can fall.