never fear my dear
White like face.
Hands cold as death.
Death is what you are inside.
You hide in shadows forgotten by them.
Your long hair has grown britle over the years.
Your nails grow past your decaying hands.
Eyes so cold and lonelyness by the ones that have forgotten you, you’ve never felt this pain before eveningthough all that you know is pain. Never fear my dear it’s all not real not to you.The ones that forgotten you have forgotten themselfs.
Those who forgot you have only seen you,and they have been punished. Now you can go,go now can’t you see it go into the light. You’re in peace now.