• I can see you in my dreams.
    Why must you torment me so?

    I can get no rest from you.
    I can still see your form in the snow.

    It's been a year and still you appear.
    I've told you I'm sorry a thousand times.

    And yet you still point your finger.
    And I know there is no way to repent for my past crimes.

    In my memories you're beautiful and vibrant.
    But when you visit me by the pale moons light.

    I recoil at the sight of your decaying flesh.
    Your eyes are no longer bright blue, but instead a deathly white.

    I can't take another night.
    I can no longer live with this dread.

    I will join her in the afterlife.
    The girl at the end of the bed.