With her last breathe she cried out "GOD HELP ME", restricted of air, gasping, while the demented struggler took her life, he had no emotion, all he saw was the past haunting him, "taking her life was the only way" he said, " the only way to help ease the memory".
So you wait outside on the coldest day stalking your prey, she doesn't want you but you insist that she really does inside, that someone in her mind she loves you just as much as you love her, but really you know its all a lie.
Open your mind, listen to the spirits of the dead, they are calling each one of us, trying to tell us things about the past, future, and realms unseen. Just watch who you talk to, some are good, and some are evil. They might want to take over your body, so watch yourself before you go raising the dead.
My feeling that have been bottled up inside, they now are burning up, they want to be released, I can feel them haunting, trapping me in a vicious cycle, I need to let them out before its to late.
Hate me for what I am, hate me for control, hate me for my beliefs, hate me for your god, crucify me for your sins, crucify me for no real reason, crucify me for a lie, crucify me for your god, I am the sacrifice
She fell from heaven, long forgotten, dead to anyones memory, she awaits while she's rotting and decaying to bring destruction to anyone who finds her, she's a curse waiting to be dug up
