Haunted

Hail horrours, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time. The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. Shadows creep out of the past long thought forgotten Speaking the truth about things better left unspoken Dragging me down, I feel cold fingers snatching my wrist I wish I never did it, I wish I never did exist It's your fault Blood on your hands Gavel goes down By your own will Do you hear Her laugh and crying It's what you killed So recklessly Said to be the greatest gift, greatest of them all A new life, born of one's own I always dreamed of holding her, rocking her in my arms She's never come to be yet she haunts me in the nights It's your fault Blood on your hands Gavel goes down By your own will Do you hear Her laugh and crying It's what you killed So recklessly Scattered into pieces Scattered over room Every piece feels fear when She haunts me in the night So now it looks like I wished my life away Never got to keep a thing I prayed to get I opened the door, invited the guest to stay Now little, motionless body is with what I'm left... It's your fault Wasn't me Blood on your hands I thought it dream Gavel goes down Sentence passed By your own will Do you hear Voice within Her laugh and crying Still denying Its what you killed Lives inside So recklessly Eternally