There is a little girl inside my head,
She is small and innocent with a scared up face
Each line removing a memory from that place
Her long curly hair, Her carefree smile
I wish I stayed like this
I wish I stayed innocent and beautiful like this
She dances around with ballet shoes on her feet
And holds her doll as close as can be
But her doll falls she goes to pick it up
Suddenly its dark
She looks up and she see’s a dark Heavy chest
With chains around it and do not cross tape
She is so curious, she reaches out a hand
But before she could touch it some one flies up and grabs her.
Sets her down on the hill,
She looks like an angel with gray wings and tears frozen on her face
She says “NO! Never go to that place!
never open that door never look at that, before you get poisoned and turn into me!”
There are vines around her arms and a pretty silk dress.
“whats wrong with you?” the little girl asks
The angel replies “the problem is i'm not you!
You are pure free and happy
But if you open that chest you will remember
reality.” “I dont understand” the little girl said
“Just know its better to forget than remember
We never want to remember
As long as we live
Just know were ok
Go ahead and live.”
The beautiful little girl walked away
as the one good little memory fades far away
She looks at the chest
it growls at her as she says,
“You can never make the living undead.”