The Little Ghost Girl.

Her legs staggered forward,
My heart beating at faster rates
Then my body can take.
I gasp, as she takes her steps forward.
Her flesh is blue and falling off.
And I don't know who she is.
But I seen her in my dreams,
Like a ghost, she is. Following me.
Haunting me.
In the night.

I can't see her eyes but when I have,
Before.
I know how frightened I am by her.
But who is she?
Who are you?
Little dead girl, who are you?
Did you used to be someone?
A daughter, a sister, a lover.
One day a wife, a mother.
Oh poor poor little girl.
I send you my regards.

Turn into the light, it's where you belong.
Wave to me and don't look back.
I know your mad since I got to grow up,
and you never did.
But fair well and please,
Go to the light.