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Graveyard


I walk along this empty path, thinking I will regret the past

Do I, or do I not, I still wonder if I would have been caught

I look for her tombstone, nothing found, I cannot find her in the ground

What will happen if she is lost, she’s gone forever, in the new fallen frost

I hear something, what could it be, it could be her, maybe her scream

Why did I kill her, why did she die, I didn’t want to say goodbye

I wanted her to be quiet, I didn’t mean to start a riot

Then everything happened so fast, that day was her last

I had stabbed her, but it was a mistake, all of a sudden, I had a terrible ache

My stomach was turning, and my head was spinning, was this the end, or the beginning

What was happening, I starting rambling

Was I talking to her spirit , or was I talking just to hear it

I see something and it’s white, it’s also very bright

Could I be dreaming, oh my, it is also beaming

It is her, I know it, she is rising from the pit

She’s screaming my name, and chanting in the rain

What does she want from me, does she want to be free

Is this because I beat her, if it is, her revenge will occur

Is she behind or in front of me , will she be the death of thee

Her haunting is torturing me inside and out, her screams cause me to be in doubt

I beg and plead for my life, something’s stabbing me, it’s a knife

She’s killing me how I killed her, the only difference is, is that she has returned

She tells me she loves me very much, and that soon, she’ll turn me into dust

Why me, me why, as she tells me I’m about to die

I start running with a knife in my heart, the worst part of this is about to start

I’m about die, it’s going to happen, there is about to be a big misshapen

As she comes closer and closer, I realize there is closure

This is all getting so weird, maybe nothing had ever appeared

Everything started to turn black, had she already attacked

For I do not know, it is time to go

As I awoke from this dream, I realized she’s lying next to me

As she awoke she asked why I was screaming, I only told her that I was just dreaming

 
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