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.”

The earth is still

silent and cold

as I sit in my chair I start to drift

From the life I've been told.

a slight wind tickles in my ear

‘Oh great’ I think

‘Elizabeth’ is here

“James ..” she tease’s

I try to look away.

“James ...come on! Don’t leave me this way..”

“What do you want!” I demand and stare at her face

Her  dead cold eye’s yet alive in this place.

“Just a little company, I'm lonely you see

When you're a ghost there is nothing to set you free!”

“free from what? Your dead conscious and murderous eyes?

Lord only knows you were meant to die.”

She gives a little pout, then smiles a little wink

“You know people use to say the same thing about your mother.. I think.

Poor thing Never earned a cent,

working all day, She was practically ...meant to be dead”

“Dont talk about my mother, you murderous beast!

She was half the woman you were or ever would be!”

“Oh? I wasn't the one strolling through town

giving you new fathers every time there was snow on the ground!”

“Its not her fault the man left her for no good!

And kept her shook up like no man should!”

“We all die at some point!”

“I could have said the same thing to you!”

She give a little pout then smiles and says

“Oh james, I was always fond of you.

Standing up for your mother, to bad it lead you to..”

“To killing you?”

“No ..to turning into me..”

I stop, frozen in time

Then stand up and scream

“I am nothing like you! Seeking the death of someone else!

My mothers blood on your hands! no! never will I be like you!”

“No you're right you're not like me,

The blood on your hands is not your mothers

You can never be like me..unless you killed someone like me

Unless you sought my death

Unless your hands drenched in blood ….in my blood

James you see YOU ARE ME!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Red blood starts to cover and drip from my hands

I look in a mirror and see her eyes in my face

Pictures of me stabbing her but Then I see

she is stabbing me!

I fall to the ground with my knees and hands

Screaming “NO NO NOOOOOO!!”

I start to cry,

She stops laughing, floats to my side

I look up defeated, take a breath and say

“I killed you...stabbed you.. Cut your heart out and ruined you

..Why are you still here?”

she smiles as she slowly drifts away,

“Because I will always be alive

inside a murderous mind.”