Oh dear father, I have a sin,
But this sin I should've controlled,
I have shed blood upon skin,
I fear this broke my immortal soul,
But father, dear father, it was a she,
A haunting laugh, with I was tainted,
She would follow me you see,
For a while this I accepted,
But as days would pass by,
Her whispers would turn to shrieks,
The first few days I wouldn't mind,
But the more pain I felt as she speaks,
Day and night, she was taunting,
I would ignore this but worse it got,
In and out, that voice was haunting,
Because her mouth would never shut,
The more I wanted to scream,
The more I feel like being tortured,
The volume was indeed extreme,
Her hellish voice caused me to suffer,
A knife in hand, I walk without emotion,
This was one sin I had to fulfill,
A knife in hand, in one swift motion,
The taunting girl I had finally killed,
Father, what I've committed is ******,
But another sin I have to mention,
I feel my punishment is heavier,
For she and I shared a reflection,