Echoes of the Afterlife

------------------------- Ella © 2025 @ethereal_chaoscore ------------------------ Not gonna lie, this was pretty quick to write than my other stuff. Here's why, Pastella wasn't a new concept in the lore of Esme. Back when I was writing music on paper, I thought that I should kill this character off for whatever reason... I know, dark. I wanted to give her AUs (at first) in a way that I did for Catty. But I kinda wanted this to be more supernatural than random. Soooo yeah, cause I'm a Scorpio and the zodiac is known for transformation, I turned this character into two forms after she died, a ghostly moth (cause moths to me are just dead-looking gothic butterflies) then I made a second form (which I called "Auras" for some reason during this concept prossess, kinda like a version of "the stage" if that makes sense) of her a phantom fairy. I'm not ENTIRELY sure if this will be her last stage. But hey, at least I made it this far with the character. To be honest, this whole thing at first was gonna be for Baby Dollface after being offed by Catty (don't ask, too much lore). ---------------------------------------------------------- [verse 1]: I guess I'm here now Trapped in a hazy spell What do I do now? I'm between Heaven and Hell Ethereal echoes surround me Stuck in this place for eternity This after life is a tragedy At least I'm not who I used to be [chorus]: Angel with Horns, dear helper of mine Won't you help me through this after life? An imaginary friend of mine Took me here, it was not my time I was like a moth to the flaming light And the Pastel Ghost held me too tight [verse 2]: Not any butterfly, cause butterflies look alive (I'm still just as dead inside~) Was once a girl, then turned into a moth in disguise (Until I saw a friend from my mind~) He helped me through my suffering But in the end, it all ended up bloody Now I sit in a grave yard Knowing it'll be hard But I'll make it through That's what The Others would do... [chorus]: Angel with Horns, dear helper of mine Won't you help me through this after life? An imaginary friend of mine Took me here, it was not my time I was like a moth to the light And the Pastel Ghost held me too tight [bridge]: I feel my bones from my corpse decompose Every time I look at who I was as the moon glows I pray to God that one day, I'll leave this dreaded limbo I'm still earth bound, but this time, not as a ghost [chorus]: Angel with Horns, dear helper of mine Won't you help me through this after life? An imaginary friend of mine Took me here, it was not my time I was like a moth to the light And the Pastel Ghost held me too tight