Pay no attention to me. I am just another lost ghost girl in this burned out city of thieves, liars and whores. Dead end part, where you can look right past my 1000 year stare.
I bet you want to know how I do it. How I turn myself inside out, and speak of these blasphemies. It's all illusions, when you ask me I don't speak. I'm a blind witch whispering prophesies to you in the dark.
Doubt doesn't creep into my mind, because I haven't got a heart. It was ripped out of me by those I trusted most.