A Skeleton sits alone

Have you ever heard a skeleton weep?
Seen its bones rattle and sink.
Shaking softly with each cry,
the skeleton's bones begin to die.

And for those who disbelieve this story,
I'll give to you a fair chance,
to watch the skeletons dance
and maybe you too can see.

That even though they are undead,
they too have a heart to feel,
though it may not sit inside their chest,
it beats a rhythm still.

No longer are they made of flesh,
but only stark white bone.
Yet a soul slumbers deep inside,
waiting to break out upon,

this world so dark and deep,
that only skeletons can't creep,
along the cracks that stretch far and wide,
visible to every eye.

So why not find another,
whose soul is alike the other,
and together they can dance,
in a merry sort of way.

But now you see it all alone,
no dancing to be found,
silently crying it's goodbye,
sadly waiting to die.