Nevermore

She was born in 1617
She tasted like the wind always chasing her dreams
She was a tortured soul in pain
She whispered this dark refrain
"You're not alone, so never be afraid
We are the cold and beautiful, you are the blue insane"
Sometimes she moves the chairs downstairs, and runs away
Sometimes she makes yourself known to those unawake
And the Maiden spoke
In stuttered streams
As if her soul was dead
She spoke of nothing
She is the infinite
She is the deranged
Her sorrow drips the blood
Of the unfortunate and pained
She was a shameless soul stranded in the rain
Her redemption never came, as she slowly went insane
Sometimes she whispers in my ear