Do you know the darling Abigail?
She lives inside my mirror.
The little ****** girl,
With the wicked smile so queer.
Do you know the darling Abigail?
She laughed and smiled and danced.
The she beauty beheld at once,
Did leave me so entranced.
Abigail is in my head,
She’d never been before.
The ****** beauty lies there,
Smiling calmly on the floor.
Oh behest the silent beauty,
She creeps beneath the bed.
In solemn mocking silence,
She crawls inside my head
I regret that faithful night of poisons,
The dancer i did betray.
It was never my intention,
to send Abigail to her grave.
I guess there is no repenting,
There’s nothing i can do.
At night i feel her cold dark hands,
And her smile of “how dare you.”