One died, the other was killed.
Oh how uncalming it was to see, how used my soul must be.
For when they left, for when they were gone, I told myself I'd be strong.
Until it snapped. Until I snapped. My very soul became chapped.
I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't stay who I was no more.
I felt the new name, I felt the new person. I new Sami was gone, and I didn't refuse it.
I was burnt, I was injured, I was badly stung so I whimpered.
To be away from the two dead people I very much loved, was too much as my heart was shoved.
No one cared. No one listened. My crying eyes shone and glistened.
I knew what I had to do. I changed my name, I changed my image, to a person that was far from savage. I inked my skin with tears and black roses, hawks crying with cuts and bruises by they're noses. Last but not least, a broken heart to top it all off, it was black, and cracked as it was. As I say good-bye to the person I was, I whisper to myself, "look who's gone now..." For now, Ash, is my new name.
