a story about a lost soul |
her hair was frizzed and messy her dress full of rips and stains her skin so pail and fragile with ice running through her veins her eyes were washed with tears 0nce dark blue, but now so gray she only appears at night and is never seen at day her dress russled as she walked the same path every night trying so very desperately to find the heavenly light. damned to walk the earth as the walking dead yet not a feasting vampire but a souless ghost instead her tears evaperate in air and her sobs echo throughout the town she's lost and so afraid... why to the earth is she bound? she cries and cries in the night 'til morning rises a sun and she fades into the abyss and for that night, she is done but once the night is young and the moon rises to the sky again you will see the maiden who walks along and cries with her hair frizzed and messy her dress full of rips and stains her skin so pail and fragile with ice running through her veins her eyes all washed with tears 0nce dark blue, but now so gray she only appears at night and is never seen at day her dress russles as she walked the same path every night trying so very desperately to find the heavenly light. |