A corpse lying still
where life once stood I did kill
passion of simple means to control
guilty consciousness breathes life into murdered soul
Non-fictious stories in my head
play motions of a deed
Absent guidence my hands were lead
a single thrust leaves a man to bleed
Shallow whispers dance around me here
turning I stare to nothing there
my mind succumbs to this necromantic taunting
beaten by the throes of this passionate haunting.