In my mind, i always find, the darkest dreams, and sadest rhymes,my evil schemes, but sometimes, not always, She's there, the girl, the girl with the soft golden hair, skin so beautiful like a delicate porcelan doll, though when i approtch her ,somthing seems weary, it all becomes so eerie, and her cheeks are teary. i always began to feel sick and dreary , seemingly when she is near me, with her there, having soft golden hair, but her eyes... weren't there, empty sockets, now leaking crimson red, she was indeed dead, another forsaken though in my head, now i think it best, i think it best i go to bed..