Whispers from a Dead Woman
I can hear them in my head.
Their moanings keep me awake during the late hours of the night.
I've walked past their doors, the iron bars the only thing seperating them from me.
From my soul. And they scream at me.
Scream for me to sin and kill.
To bleed crimson that is not mine.
They want me to be like them.
But, I can't.
They taunt me. But, they don't see what I do to them.
How I make them shriek in terror when I look at them. How they shy away from me when I try to reach out to them.
They don't see that I am their master.
That I command them.
But, they'll find out soon.
I can see how they shine those lights in my windows. How they try to knock down my doors.
They'll want to come inside soon.
I'll let them.
But, they won't be alive when they leave.
Their moanings keep me awake during the late hours of the night.
I've walked past their doors, the iron bars the only thing seperating them from me.
From my soul. And they scream at me.
Scream for me to sin and kill.
To bleed crimson that is not mine.
They want me to be like them.
But, I can't.
They taunt me. But, they don't see what I do to them.
How I make them shriek in terror when I look at them. How they shy away from me when I try to reach out to them.
They don't see that I am their master.
That I command them.
But, they'll find out soon.
I can see how they shine those lights in my windows. How they try to knock down my doors.
They'll want to come inside soon.
I'll let them.
But, they won't be alive when they leave.