Swiftly murdered

This blood on my hands 

as cold as if it were snow

he fears in my dreams

seizeing my guts

He lusted after me with dread

If i was my heart 

I would be restless

The darkness feels my heart

hour after hour 

i cannot run now 

he floods me with soo much power

my drank of hope now insulated

into his laughter

Theres no death in a happy ever after 

-janae nabors