On a misty hill a girl slept
Of s sleep strewed with nightmares,
In her slumber she softly wept,
Tears flow, but nobody cares.
In her dreams she was Oh!So hurt,
Felt pain stronger than you'd believe,
She was always treated like dirt,
And for herself, her heart would grieve.
But sometimes she would have dreams
Where someone awoken her,
But nights come, pass, and it seems,
That the mist remains so blur...
The small girl remained alone,
And her tears soon formed a lake,
And in this lake she has drown
For she could never awake.
A prayer went with her last breath,
A wish for peace and restful sleep,
But alas, even beyond Death,
The little girl would cry and weep...
Interpretation:
~*The slumber is her life, the nightmares are what she went through,
So painful and tragic she couldn't believe it was true,
She was awaiting for the one who'd lead her to the light,
But seasons came and went and there was nobody in sight.
Even Death couldn't appease the wounds that time couldn't heal,
Even when her blood ran cold, pain is all she'd ever feel*~
~*The Mutilated Archangel*~
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