Many a year ago
With the moon
Bearing witness
to my transgression
On a bed of scarlet and white
She laid forever in her eternal slumber
As I stood beside her lifeless being
a blooded dagger in hand
Enveloped by the harshness
Of winter’s cold fingers

I thought no one else knew
Only the darkness and I
But the Spirits of the past
Like vengeful ghosts
with velvet shadows
keep haunting me
taunting me
with visions of her demise

I am forever damned
With the sins of my past
Drowning me in pool
of guilt and despair
Released from the flood gates
of my tormented mind
Killing me from inside

No longer can I deny it
Too weary for me to hide it
I am restless
So long has precious sleep
eluded me

Retribution…
I can no longer runaway