Tears fall
cries sound
the syphony of sadness
is played to walls of stone
My voice cracks
my eyes burn
my blinders open for the light of truth
while others close theirs
for fear of being blinded
away from their lies
Ally, the Goth you always see, drifting in the shadows of some park or graveyard or just another one drinking at the bar, she's always there but hardly noticed. She likes it this way and tries to see to her disappearance.
Some that know her may think that she knows too much about to many things. Well she does, but all the information was giving to her by someone she knows. Could it be one of your allies trying to lead you to your destruction or just a misdirected fool.... who knows?
In a cloaked figure... she stays in the shadows.