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lady death
A light goes out in the night.
A soul lost to the knashing teeth of chaos.
They will shed tears at the funeral no one know's how she died.
they will say she was happy.
They will say she loved life.
They won't ever know what pain she hid deep inside.
A girl that had no past had more lies than a story book.
She lived a life of happiness and lies.
Why did she do it?
they ask the same questions they did in the last town she stoped in.
She stand's on the edge of the crowd, A specter at her own funeral.
Her body was found in her own bed.
She was in the casket when they lowered it into the ground and yet now she stand's watching them silently. they walk around her not noticing that she is alive and among them. It is as if they don't see her.
I stare at her trying to understand why she isn't dead.
our eyes lock and she lift's only one finger to her lips in a warning for silence. soon she will move on but for now she watches her own grave.
A soul lost to the knashing teeth of chaos.
They will shed tears at the funeral no one know's how she died.
they will say she was happy.
They will say she loved life.
They won't ever know what pain she hid deep inside.
A girl that had no past had more lies than a story book.
She lived a life of happiness and lies.
Why did she do it?
they ask the same questions they did in the last town she stoped in.
She stand's on the edge of the crowd, A specter at her own funeral.
Her body was found in her own bed.
She was in the casket when they lowered it into the ground and yet now she stand's watching them silently. they walk around her not noticing that she is alive and among them. It is as if they don't see her.
I stare at her trying to understand why she isn't dead.
our eyes lock and she lift's only one finger to her lips in a warning for silence. soon she will move on but for now she watches her own grave.
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