After the dust had settled On that cold gray afternoon A whisper kissed the silent air An echo of past doom As I walked through the door Even in my youth I knew A hole burned in the floor Next to a crudely carved "Adieu"
Still I feel her ghostly breath against my neck Still I feel the ever haunting lingering of death Still her shadow falls upon me gently in the night And even now I see her phantom flicker in the light
The moon shines through my window Weaving spectral hallucinations Or has my sanity eroded From the pain of this devastation? My gift was her curse, in fact One so severe it claimed her life But then on quiet nights like these It feels like she's still here sometimes
Based on a tragic true story from Dark Star: HR Giger's Welt.