The excorsism of the strange:
He walked through the the dark,
And the rain.
Ready to play,
The devils game.
He walked slowly,
His fist clenched tight.
Through the mud,
Ready for blood.
Ready to take on the darkest of light,
That fogs over this small house.
And burys it's head in the night.
Ready to take,
The monsters hand.
To find out where this dream ends,
And where it began.
The young girl waiting.
Alone in her room,
Her eyes closed shut.
Drenched in black blood.
Her palms held out,
Her soul was weak.
Living in hell on an earth so bleak.
He took her close,
And looked at her closely.
Mostly dead,
But still alive.
No more would she have to live to hear the deomns cry.
He took her wrists,
And slit them open.
One fast move,
The pain was growing...
He could see her gently die.
And beg,
And plead and scream for life.
Then it all went silent,
As the strange went away.
An exorcism for the girl,
Whos mind was dull and gray.
Though to her it was perfect,
She saw a beautiful world.
Through the pretty eyes of a gifted saint,
Lifes magic was her sword.
Though they couldn't understand,
They only heard her cry.
She wanted to live..
She wanted to see,
The roses die and bloom in her wondering eyes.
But now her dreams are long faded,
And there's really no one there to blame.
For it wasn't their fault,
They couldn't understand,
The mind of the beautiful,
The mind of the strange.
So then the man left,
After she was gone.
He walked passed the woods where the night creatures screeched,
The moon shown bright,
yet the stars were gone.
Mourning the terrible loss of their love.
The love of the girl who could see beyond mars,
Who talked to the planets as if they were her own.
Who listened closely to the secrets and the woes,
Who stood there in silence as the wind blows,
Who died during the cry of a midnight crow.
That strange girl,
Forever to be alone,
In a terrible tomb.
Under the dirt.
Forever living, not breathing.
In a world of hurt.
For this girl, life was just games.
Lived as she wanted,
The beautiful strange.
