Unseen Overhead

Walking unseen overhead

A little white haired girl

Sporting a white dress

Going unheard as she walks

The little girl comes to a halt

Her delicate feet smeared with mud

Tears stinging her minty green eyes

She asked in a quavering voice

“Where am I?”

Getting no answer

She raised her chin

Puffed out her chest

And walked on

Walking unseen through the city

The little girl peers into a bright window

Seeing what she seemed to be missing

A family, like what she vaguely remembered

Laughing from the other side of the window

The girl, feeling left out knocked

Her little fist rapped against the door

The door flew open

She remained unseen

So the girl slipped inside

With stars in her eyes

She took a knife

Going unheard, remaining unseen

The girl went to the girl, reminding her of herself

And plunged the knife into her chest

With each stab, the living girl slipped further away

With each shriek, the unseen forced herself into the living

Until, the living was dead and the dead alive

No longer unseen, the girl had a home

But finding the family she had taken was not what she sought

She erased them

And left in search of another

Walking unseen overhead

Staying unheard, the girl from the dead

Goes looking for the place she might fit in

Walking unseen overhead

She brings about a lot more death

So when there’s death in town

Be sure not to be around