The cry of the dead girl

A grey background, a cold scent, a glassy touch,
head beset by a crown of thorns for the past sins
hands craved by the blood of those long past
eyes empty from the endless nights of fright
cold dark lips for the kiss that never was..
she sits by a bench on a lonely street, the dim light of lampost
crosses her body and leaves a shadow of soemoen once alive.
moving her tiny feet onward and backward, disturbing the wind as it blows by the foggy street
her long black hair groomed falling on her face, her eyes filled with tears..
she sings a lullaby to make the living disapear, singing herself to sleep,
her hands holding a bouquet of roses.
she sadly gazes upon the roses with unfelling eyes and questions why would the roses
be crying blood?
the roses fade from her, she once again made something alive disapear, she feels only hate for herself
for the hands that destroyed her parents, for the sins that were cast upon her when she killed herself.
but still unfreed from the undeath, she cans till remenber the one she loved, she cans till feel hate,
she still remebners how it was to be afraid of the ones she now belongs to.
the lullaby stars fading away when the girl gazes the shotting stars.
she didnt know how it was to feel at peace and to be happy until this moment...
she wonders why only in death could she be set free from anguish and pain!!

moving away from the world to litle girl enters her world of lonely hapiness
passing her hands over her lips, she faintly remenbers the kiss she was promised.
now she feels happy and still she cant seem to understand waths this weird sad rage inside her..
sitting on the grass feeling the cold breeze on her hair, looking at the black crows
she realises that she didnt know something called love...
she sings again but now not in hate of humanity, but in hate of the lack of love humanity allows to one another..

singing into the night, haunting the living souls in despair the litle girl finally with a happy smile fades once again to the mist from
were she came. leaving a message and an ideal...

if u feel dead when youre alive, die and come with me, togheter we may feel alive in death as we didnt in life...