Evermore she’s haunting me

Her grave, inside my soul

although she died a year ago

Her hand escapes the hole

Those fingers reach for sunlight

As her head shows through the dirt

Intentions reveal instantly

Bestowed her hate and hurt

The knife, it feels familiar

Have I missed it? Not a chance

I recognize the ancient sting

Signal the final dance

The ice, it failed to trap you

And the salt is of no use

I’d never enter in again

A love, tasteless, abuse

That grave it beckons vacant

Creaking trees and ancient moan

Because Hell misses its princess

Death can’t stand to sleep alone




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