She has no home, no where to go.

She stands in the shadows, all alone.

The only thing worse than being forgotten,

Is to never have existed at all.

She never could sum up Black Rock Shooter. Black Rock Shooter…was Black Rock Shooter.

But Black Rock Shooter was also a somebody. She didn't hang in the background, she said what needed to be said when it needed to be said. Even when she stood still, she was noticed, because her eyes spoke for her.

That was so much more than Black Devil Girl could ever say, Even if she tried for a millennium.

Almost nobody knew about Black Devil Girl, because Black Devil Girl was a nobody.

Nobody saw her as she reached out,

Nobody knew what she thought about

Nobody ever heard her call,

Because she never existed at all.

She could never fight as well as Black Rock Shooter. She never said what needed to be said when it needed to be said. When she stood still, nobody noticed her, because her eyes couldn't speak for her.

But Black Devil Girl never complained. She knew for a fact that complaining was a waste of time. She had friends; a sort-of place to live… life was okay, all things considered...

But still…she was so envious.

So she was silent.

Never hearing the birds tweet,

Never feeling her heart beat,

Kept from the world by a black wall,

Because she never existed at all.

Everything she did was in silence. She ate in silence, she dressed in silence, she gathered her weapons in silence, and she left in silence.

Even in their post-apocalyptic world, people couldn't help but talk. Not her though. She almost never talked.

Except in her bedroom from 4:30-5:00 p.m. when she sang.

Devil loved singing more than anything else in the world. Singing wasn't just talking, it was her. She wasn't afraid to pour her entire heart into the songs she sang.

She wanted to sing in public, but that was impossible.

Because Black Rock Shooter sang, too.

Compared to Shooter, her voice was broken.

Compared to shooter, she herself was broken.

She has no home, no where to go.

She stands in the shadows, all alone.

The only thing worse than being forgotten,

Is to never have existed at all.

She never cried, though.

Because you can't cry if you don't exist.