Apart

Alone in the soul of this void
She feels your fears in silence
She follows the shadows of your life
She calls the creatures of this lost land
The sons of sorrow and filth
The sons of death
She digs
Deep as the scars on her flesh
Under the rust of the edge
She breaths
Under earth and the trees
Her silent voice
Her distant eyes
That no one hears or sees
She rises from legends and old tales
She dances in a circle of fowers
She feeds with your nightmares and blood
She follows the call of the wood
Run through this wood of despair
She screams
Freezing the tears in her eyes
Into the embrace of her grave
She sleeps
Under the dust and the filth
Her silent voice
Her distance eyes
That no one hears or see