Beautiful whispers,
and silent tears,
lay our souls to Rest,
and bury our fears.
as I'm prayed upon,
he sits in a sickly calm,
knowing all these years,
he has caused me harm.
a black coffin,
and red roses,
a sinful state of mind,
and mournful poses.
grief, sadness,
sorrow, and pain,
this is what you caused me,
it is you i blame.
i live below,
the dark does not scare me,
but the scars remain,
if only barely.
you realised my weakness,
but shame does not set in,
you sit alone in the dark,
awaiting your next victim.
