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.”