Not wanting to be there,not wanting to
hold flowers in my hand...
I hear your voice,
In the back of my head...
Locked away in the desperate dungeon of my mind
Tortured by the haunted past I left behind...
Crumpled in my corner of dieing hope
Fading from the life I would never know...
These men,
The ones we forgot...
Ragged scarecrow bones
clacking in the midnight wind...
I have seen this color blue before;
ghosts of the sea. They never failed...
Centuries pass slowly
I'm looking at the appearing memories in silence...
I have seen death,
I have been its messenger...
(By Emma)
Hello, double me, that I can see...
...sitting in the darkness,
slowly ending my cruel world, making sure to make...
The was written by me and my sister...
the sky grows cold and grey...