The Girl Who Lived
My survival, you inspire me to write
Thinking about our secret
Invades my mind day and through the night
Always dreaming about the abyss
Let me compare you to a dark room
Empty, horrible and mad
Blood all shiny and red
Drip, drip, dripping down our legs
Oh how I loathe you
Let me count the ways
Our body
Tear stained and bleak
To forever falter
There is only illusion
tear stained and torn
May the abyss come upon us
The shadow fades
One last hope
For as the hour draws near
We say good night
But there’s a bright light
No goodnight
What is this?
We, we survived!