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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