Autumn's chill wind plays down my neck
while the ghost of you whispers in my ear
mist in the edge of my eye, never out of sight
flowers at your grave, red roses bleeding
into the gray ground, stone angles mark where you lay
dew drops glisten on their faces like tears unshed
its been a year since i killed you, my love
and still you haunt me, a loving nightmare
buried in the soft earth, your bones pierce my heart
and the smell of vanilla fills me with fear
crimson hands never clean this knife
driven into your back and into my soul
i will be ****** with the memories of you
and those who don't believe in ghosts
...have never been haunted by you