by Shane Gray

Created on: November 24, 2009

Tossing, turning, nightmares burning, lying in my bed
while visions of a horrid dream, go floating through my head
The ghosts of hazy days gone by are marching through my room
and led by you, they're chasing me toward my impending doom

I taunted, teased, and tortured you
I hollowed out your heart
your spirit withered slowly
as I ripped your life apart

With actions crass and careless,
I manipulated all
I drank too much
and you warned me that I was soon to fall

Now deluded, cold and paranoid
I'm trapped in this dark hole
the beast addiction swallowed me
devouring my soul

Id beg for your forgiveness
but you've long since passed away
yet still your vision stays with me
you haunt me every day

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