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 screams until her remaining breath
and her final tear

i have to watch what happened to her
i cannot make her 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 thats cold and damp
i look closer and it's a morgue
lit by a single lamp

the bodies are laid out
each 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

the girl has braught 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 morbid place
but something catches my eye
one single door has not yet been opened
she says to look and not to 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 braught me here
the dead little girl is me