death leaves you haunted
in the end you discover ghosts can give birth to ghosts
their children have always been stronger
there are voices in your head
soft whispers soft promises
children yearn to be held
how it hurts when you hold them close
there is no space between your hands
there has always been a void in your heart
hold them the ghost whispers
hold them remember us
listen listen listen
death leaves you haunted
you cannot **** the ghosts child
you are not empty enough to become a huntress