by Isadora Pandora

Created on: November 18, 2008

There's a Lady in Black and she's standing at my head.
Looking down on me, as I lay sleeplessly in my bed.
She's waving her hand, a simple, fickle flick of her wrist.

As if she remains to betray the dawn, there she sits.
Goddess cloaked in shadows laughter, lady at my head.
Why do you wait? There, standing at my stead?
Of all the fields and sunshine plains, why here, why at my head?

Lady in Black holding your hand over my mouth.
Mysterious and cold, your presence grows old.
I try to scream but your fingers muffle the sound.
Clawing at purity gone deaf, innocence lying dead.

LADY AT MY HEAD! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE INSTEAD!

Oh for all the sleepless nights spent screaming,
I realize now that in my dreaming, she was really in my head.
There's a Lady in Black and she's standing at my head.

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