Little one cries
But the shadow seen isn't what it seems,
A child's cry but an adults shadow is all I see
You are not welcome,
Be gone from the living, your a corruption
It isn't true life, you are a twisted dark dream
Leave that pure soul, let it be.
Let it not be corrupted, be gone to the darkness
Shadows,
Obscurity,
Endless night,
The life of the living is but a dream
Corrupting what you touch,
Rotting,
Decay,
Decomposition,
Of that body and its soul
You are of the darkness, the void between
Pure spirits like a little house drawing you near.
You had your chance, now it is gone,
The place you were,
Your punishment for what was done
The living you crave, a shell of your own,
Be gone to the Darkness where your spirit belongs.