Post by Brittany on Apr 22, 2010 21:09:01 GMT -5
Hell can be a tricky place
It can give you false images
Like it is doing to this recent ghost
It is a lady, with emerald eyes
She seems kind enough
With a love for candy, lollipops to be exact, like a child
But in all actuality she was a sad soul
With a black abyss of emotions attached to her
Making her kill herself
And now she's here,
Sitting in a crystaline glass boat
Sailing through hell's ocean
Ice flows through the water
Cold enough to freeze the flower in her hair
A cloaked skeleton stands at the ships helm
His glasseye has a coat of frost on it
Icicles hang from his fingers
Mist surrounded them as the spoke nothing
But this is not what the lady sees
She sees a rapture of heaven in her jaded mind
She's in a garden at twilight
Stars shining with a twinkle
And her death seemed to sparkle
Inside a ghostly rapture
It can give you false images
Like it is doing to this recent ghost
It is a lady, with emerald eyes
She seems kind enough
With a love for candy, lollipops to be exact, like a child
But in all actuality she was a sad soul
With a black abyss of emotions attached to her
Making her kill herself
And now she's here,
Sitting in a crystaline glass boat
Sailing through hell's ocean
Ice flows through the water
Cold enough to freeze the flower in her hair
A cloaked skeleton stands at the ships helm
His glasseye has a coat of frost on it
Icicles hang from his fingers
Mist surrounded them as the spoke nothing
But this is not what the lady sees
She sees a rapture of heaven in her jaded mind
She's in a garden at twilight
Stars shining with a twinkle
And her death seemed to sparkle
Inside a ghostly rapture