lay on the
shadow
black
grass
rise up and rekindle all the memorys that
hath
been
harassed
listen to the
sorrowful
howling
wail
for all those who
contiue
to
fail
the red cresent moon rising
high
and
bleeding
the limp, dead body's cast a warning
to
be
heeding
one shattered soul takes in the
blood
and
flesh
her blood stained hands still
crimson
and
fresh
the only thing more dead is the hole
bored
in
her
head
to be her you must know what it is when a soul's dead
to
be
truly
alone
to out live all the blood
stained
ties
to home
a black cloak and veil cover the
ghastly
skin
she's a being that
shouldn't
have
been
always wearing an unseen mask
no
one
was
able
to
ask
what tragedy had been
in
her
past
no one could ever have guessed how long her
pain
could
last
a past the world never gave her a chance
to
forget
as if the world feels her
death
filled
regret
bearing the cruel curse she
had
been
given
in a way she is
always
living
like a poisin dart embedded in the
soul
domain
slowly eating away till the
body
only
remains
can't count all the blood lined roads
of
her
war
the deaths fall down onto an unmarked score
a
girl
forever
sixteen
to her life is
cold,
hard
and
mean
her chance was taken away
never
to
be
returned