Do you hear
The whisper
Of her voice
It's deafening
A different silence
She was an epitome
of a disastrous beauty
Her heart was thorned
Her eyes was blind
Her skin was cold
And she was the ghost
XVII: Withered Soul
Do you hear
The whisper
Of her voice
It's deafening
A different silence
She was an epitome
of a disastrous beauty
Her heart was thorned
Her eyes was blind
Her skin was cold
And she was the ghost
