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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