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Cemetery Drive
Walking among the dead
Her freezing fingers touch the stone
Stroke over the letters
People so long gone
She feels at peace
Ice cold air swishing under her long coat
Voices whisper
Oh, how they whisper
The secrets revealed are worth more
Gold is invaluable compared to the secrets
Of the cemetery voices
Some young as nine months old
The sun went down on them much too early
Death is not something the small girl is scared of
She is scared of only the light
Realization is terrifying
It sends shivers down her spine
Raises goosebumps on her pale skin
She watches over them
Her brown eyes darting
Lips whispering silent apologies
She won't let them get hurt
Not her family
She cannot let them become another puzzle piece
She will not them become mere ghosts in the snow
Her footfalls are silent
They fall on wet leaves
Jaw set in determination
She will be what tomorrow needs
She will not go home to a world of crime
She will save everyone
Then again, how can she?
Because the small girl
Dressed in a large coat
Is pale not because of lack of sunlight
She is pale because she is no longer alive
She is dead
She is Death herself
She claimed every one of these souls and
She bares her fangs as she readies to take another one.
A/N: INTERNET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!
Walking among the dead
Her freezing fingers touch the stone
Stroke over the letters
People so long gone
She feels at peace
Ice cold air swishing under her long coat
Voices whisper
Oh, how they whisper
The secrets revealed are worth more
Gold is invaluable compared to the secrets
Of the cemetery voices
Some young as nine months old
The sun went down on them much too early
Death is not something the small girl is scared of
She is scared of only the light
Realization is terrifying
It sends shivers down her spine
Raises goosebumps on her pale skin
She watches over them
Her brown eyes darting
Lips whispering silent apologies
She won't let them get hurt
Not her family
She cannot let them become another puzzle piece
She will not them become mere ghosts in the snow
Her footfalls are silent
They fall on wet leaves
Jaw set in determination
She will be what tomorrow needs
She will not go home to a world of crime
She will save everyone
Then again, how can she?
Because the small girl
Dressed in a large coat
Is pale not because of lack of sunlight
She is pale because she is no longer alive
She is dead
She is Death herself
She claimed every one of these souls and
She bares her fangs as she readies to take another one.
A/N: INTERNET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!
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