Come With Me

Come with me,
To the land of the lost.
Come with me,
To where the broken are tossed.

Come with me to the land,
The land others don't see.
Come with me to the land,
Then it's us we would be.

Come with me to the land,
With its walls made of ashes.
To the land where it's silent,
Without bangs, without crashes.

To the land without love,
To the land without hate.
To the land where the castle,
Made of bones are it's gate.

To a land not to be seen,
To a land misunderstood.
To a land without people,
Which isn't always good.

If you come with me,
I'd not be just one.
Come to the land filled with rain,
Where there isn't a sun.

Not that I've minded,
Being alone.
Forever cleaning the castle,
Where empty is its throne.

If you were told it was pleasant,
The teller'd be quite a fool.
The land is just empty,
Under a empty chair's rule.

There are only four people,
The lowest they are.
Fingertips hold old burns,
Backs hold red, faded scars.

The seem like the servants,
The servants to none.
They've cleaned for all ages,
But they never seem done.

Others have come,
But they never stay.
"They don't appreciate our home,
Our home filled with gray."

The four need a ruler,
Someone to care.
Or maybe not even that,
They just need someone there.

You don't need to be wise,
Or even that smart.
You don't need to excell,
In writing or art.

You just need to be there,
To be a someone.
To be a person,
Who could bring back the sun.

You'd bring back the color,
That once covered the land.
To again have the color,
Because currently its so bland.

I hope that you think about this,
And if its meant to be.
You'll follow me down,
You'll come with me.