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Apr 2014
An empty house, no walls or doors,
Cold wind blows and chills the floor,
A single window in the corner,
She's so lovely, how I adore her,
She's been asleep now for a few hours,
Sound asleep after her shower,
Blood-red stains on a perfect veil,
Stillness flows over skin so pale,

Sleep well, my love,

Get down, it's growing closer,
Put down the four leaf clover,
Gray skies and falling stars,
Locked doors and mental scars,
Dreams die and life will fade,
Mothers beaten, children betrayed,
You'll go just as you came,
With red-stemmed roses on your grave,

She wakes and stares into me,
Can't wait to lie and use me,
The smell of flesh, lofting, haunting,
Blood-stained blade, enticing, taunting,
The master butcher, I am sin,
I'll make you pay for what you did,
One cut, two, the floor is gone,
What once was right, turned so wrong,

Sleep well, my love,

Get down, it's growing closer,
Put down the four leaf clover,
Gray skies and falling stars,
Locked doors and mental scars,
Dreams die and life will fade,
Mothers beaten, children betrayed,
You'll go just as you came,
With red-stemmed roses on your grave,

I'm so cold, here in an empty nest,
Friendless, freezing, hardly the best,
At anything, no one's here to,
Keep me running, keep me focused,
So cold, dark, damp and empty,
I tell myself, 'I can't leave completely,'
Just enough to see over the edge,
Just enough to know it was all for the best.
Written by
Matthew Mefford  U.S.A.
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