writting 'till my hands fall off
the phantom girl
In the mist of a fog, there you will see the phantom girl.
The phantom girl that people can see but not hear.
The phantom girl who's always surrounded by a sea of people.
Sufficated in that sea, she drowns and never got up.
In that sea of people, she saw familiar faces
Faces she knew from everyday life,
Faces that told her what to do and how to live life,
Faces that just didn't care.
These faces just drowned the poor phantom girl for she had no way of escaping.
'Till, the faces start to fade back into nothing-ness.
The girl got back up and recognized the force that drove away the sea.
For you see, it was light that saved her
however little that was left in her
Years and years worth of darkness surrounded for she never found the light.
Even with the help of light, the darkness still looms over here.
It's presence is always there. The darkness will always feed on the phantom girl
for she knew she didn't have to power to stop it.
It will just keep feeding 'till there is no more.
Though the phantom girl wanted to keep the light shinning,
she just couldn't with all her strength.
The darkness is just too overwhelming.
In the mist of a fog, the phantom girl finally dissapeared forever
From the minds of the sea
From the people that can see and listen to her
From the earth she leaves behind pain and sufferring she endured for far too long.
All she asked for was recognition , that's all.