the girl
The Girl
How did I get these memories?
This girl is a stranger to me
And yet I see what happened to her
I see her cry and plea
This girl was murdered by a stranger
Her aura covered with fear
She screamed until her remaining breath
And her final tear
I hate to watch what happened to her
But I cannot make it stop
I know she is dead, that is for sure
In my memory I see her drop
And now her thoughts lead me here
To a place that's cold and damp
I look closer, and it is the morgue
Lit by a single lamp
The bodies are all lain out
Each one has been uncovered
She forces me to look at them
Not one is undiscovered
I look with horror at the bodies
Every one has a story to tell
I try not to listen to the silence of the room
I force myself not to yell
This girl has brought me here for a reason
I know this for a fact
I gaze at each lifeless body
At the walls, all torn and cracked
I start to leave this horrid place
But something catches my eye
One single door has yet to be opened
She says look, and to not cry
I slowly walk to the secret door
My fear growing still
The girl tells me not to be afraid
Her wishes I am to fulfill
I grab the handle and pull it open
I look at the girl, not wanting to flee
I understand why she brought me here
For that dead little girl is me