About Me

Everyone remembers that sweet little girl
her porcelain smile and bright bouncing curls     
Nobody knows what she suffers at night            
the horror, the terror, the unbearable fright.

Her lovely golden eyes pierce your thoughts with her stare 
Never thought a reason for her to cling to that bear
She is the one who cries out in pain
her wails are the sound of one gone insane

The darkness, foreboding, for her Mommy she calls
her tiny fists pounding don't make a sound on the wall
Peering at her, burgundy eyes, bleeding and red
they know of the monsters inside of her head

She gives in to the darkness, an offer too sweet
she's told that there are standards that she must meet
Your Mommy can't save you and neither can I
For we know in our hearts we're all destined to die

Embrace the darkness, but mix it with light
The perfect balance, a gray, it shows insight
Bring knowledge to others, less strong and more meek
Lead us to perfection, for we are the weak

We linger in the shadows, it is all that we know
we've forgotten so much, you reap what you sow
Please save us young child and remain our friend
let us share with you your bitter end

She looked at him with fondling eyes
filled with wet tears brimming, she sighs
"I am the keeper of souls lost and old
the bringer of future, that is untold.

I am the difference between what is and what were
Your presence has caused old demons to stir
If you decide to remain by my trust
I must know that for good is what you lust"

This little sweet girl with a darkness inside her
She writes and she sings and she speaks to cure
Although she is frightened by the contents she holds
She stands out for she can't fit into the mold

Forever an outcast, but never alone
only to loved, she has not a heart of stone
Warm up the obsidian, underneath you'll find
a heart of black gold, one of the rarest kind

Be kind to this monster, for she is fragile
beware of your actions, she also is agile
A flick of the wrist and your lying on the ground
in a pool of blood, out of your mouth not a sound

Be fearful but grateful to this witch of sorts
If you just listen, your fate will contort
She sits in the dark watching you pass by
Living, but dead, never able to die

Whisper the words "I've been waiting for you..."
She appear like a ghost, as if on cue
Listen, keep silent, for what you will hear
the secret of ages that benefit year after year