Dancing Deathboy

He danced til the acid burned the veins in his puny legs. He danced with his arms flying over his head and his legs kicking everywhere. The people cheered louder, and he danced harder. He would keep dancing longer and longer with every clap and scream. The music became louder and louder. His heart pumped like it wanted to rip out of his chest. He was popular. For this one moment, people liked him. Then his heart, his acid filled veins, and his puny human frame just stopped. They were tired of it all, they were tired of keeping his soul locked up in his body. Just like that he fell, and was gone.