Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
Intertwined with shadows,
Of playful voices of madness
Do you remember,
When everyone forgot her?
And she was left to wilt
Like a flower in the snow
Do you remember,
When she stopped being scared?
As the madness and hysteria became no different
In the eyes of lost Octavia
Do you remember,
The eldritch one who's Octavia?
That unsettling childishness of the maddened girl
Lingered in her parents' hearts
Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
She's running the corner store, smiling so sweetly
With a torn book in her hand...
and a sharp blade
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
Intertwined with shadows,
Of playful voices of madness
Do you remember,
When everyone forgot her?
And she was left to wilt
Like a flower in the snow
Do you remember,
When she stopped being scared?
As the madness and hysteria became no different
In the eyes of lost Octavia
Do you remember,
The eldritch one who's Octavia?
That unsettling childishness of the maddened girl
Lingered in her parents' hearts
Have you seen a young girl,
By the name of Octavia?
She's running the corner store, smiling so sweetly
With a torn book in her hand...
and a sharp blade
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