Silent Dancer Behind the Fridge

In the corner of the kitchen, lies a tale untold,

A silent little story, of a heart that turned cold.

Found you there this morning, beneath the fridge's sway,

A ghost of days gone past, where shadows used to play.

You danced through the darkness, in a world of grime and dust,

But now you’re just a memory, lost within the rust.

Oh, the life you led, in the midnight’s embrace,

Tiny feet upon the tiles, with such elegant grace.

But the light of day has come; it’s time to rest your head,

In this quiet little kitchen, where you’ve finally bled.

Cockroach, oh cockroach, you’ve crawled your last mile,

In the shadows, you linger, with a pestilent smile.

Once a champion of the night, now a relic of despair,

Cockroach, oh cockroach, you’ve left your mark somewhere.

We’re all surrounded by the things we can’t see,

Life’s a dance with darkness, we set ourselves free.

But when the morning light spills, we face what lies ahead,

A reminder that we’re fragile, as we lay the past to bed.

The fridge is now a prison, holdins a tale untold,

A silent little story, of a heart that turned cold.

Found you there this morning, beneath the fridge's sway,

A ghost of days gone past, where shadows used to play.

You danced through the darkness, in a world of grime and dust,

But now you’re just a memory, lost within the rust.

Oh, the life you led, in the midnight’s embrace,

Tiny feet upon the tiles, with such elegant grace.

But the light of day has come; it’s time to rest your head,

In this quiet little kitchen, where you’ve finally bled.

Cockroach, oh cockroach, you’ve crawled your last mile,

In the shadows, you linger, with a pestilent smile.

Once a champion of the night, now a relic of despair,

Cockroach, oh cockroach, you’ve left your mark somewhere.

We’re all surrounded by the things we can’t see,

Life’s a dance with darkness, we set ourselves free.

But when the morning light spills, we face what lies ahead,

A reminder that we’re fragile, as we lay the past to bed.

The fridge is now a prison, holding secrets locked tight,

Where leftovers and memories disappear out of sight.

But you, dear little wanderer, left your time in a hush,

A story wrapped in silence, a soft and gentle rush.

You scurried through the cracks, on midnight’s tender floor,

In the endless noise of life, who would hear you implore?

Now the world’s forgotten you, a victim of dread,

In the heart of this home, where you silently fled.

Cockroach, oh cockroach, you’ve crawled your last mile,

In the shadows, you linger, with a pestilent smile.

Once a champion of the night, now a relic of despair,

Cockroach, oh cockroach, you’ve left your mark somewhere.

So here’s to the unseen, and the battles they face,

In the dark, they remind us, of our own fragile grace.

The dead behind the fridge, in silence they stay,

Cockroach, oh cockroach, you’ve danced your last ballet.