All the sounds of the earth crammed in as one,
lost without a voice,
destined to save the day,
winds of all four corners of the earth ready to disburse,
all your worst nightmares in one lifetime,
lips locked together with that thread of black.
Heart as pure as the driven snow,
hair as black as night
eyes glowing green,
but unexcepted by their kind.
There stood a girl,
classified as the weirdo,
a no name,
the freak.
Left by our kind,
only to be raised by a pack of wolves,
bathes in dirt,
kills for food,
sleeps on the solid rocks,
only to be comforted by the howl of the wind.
Destined for greatness,
only to walk up to the door,
and fall back down,
Not a sound comes from her mouth,
Unloved is her category,
Oh yeah that one girl,
that is who she is, but then
Silence.
The floor creaks as she enters,
and the room falls silent,
Peering in the room she sees clowns,
all of your worst nightmares in one room,
crows that come to circle around you,
as the crowd grow louder she slams the door.
Only to hear Silence.
Opening the door slowly,
she opens it only to find nothing,
nothing but an empty room,
she looks back towards the others,
They smile and she tries to smile back,
the stitches that still tie her lips together,
slowly unravel falling to the ground,
the wind sweeping them away,
alas falls a tear,
and out comes a sigh of relieve.
welcomed from our Lord and Savior.