People say they love
My voice
But what if I never
Had it?
What I say has never
Matter anyway
I never know what
To say
But I always get my
Point across
What would I do If
I was Mute?

Such a beautiful creature
Flying through the air at night
Going through whatever
But as much it is beautiful
It's also dangerous
Throwing is it's
specialty
No matter what it did
Nothing could see
What it truly was
Until the Demon

Such a weird combination
A demon and ghost
I flow by with a trail
of ice following behind
She flies through the
Air leaving a trace
Of her spirit
Our paths met
She didn't freeze
She could be see
We didn't trust
Each other
She had her
Throwing knives
I had my
Claws
Now we're inseparable