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It's dark in the room,
And my body's feeling numb.
My chest is burning,
But I don't know how come.
My hands are shaking,
And my tears are icy cold.
I lift my head up off my arms,
And there's a shadow on the floor.
I use up all my strength,
To rise up off my chair.
I walk up to the shape,
But my vision's still unclear.
Leaning a little closer, I,
Can see that it's a girl.
There's blood across her neck,
The picture makes me hurl.
Her body's cut in two,
Her lips ripped from her face.
I can't remember if it was me,
Am I the one to blame?
I stumble back a bit,
With my hands up to my mouth.
Slipping on the blood,
That's splattered all around.
Her face is twisted sideways,
Her elbows broken back.
Her eyes still staring forward,
But I'm sure they're seeing black.
Then suddenly a voice,
Breaks the silence of the room.
"All she wanted was love,
But you sent her to her doom."
I kick and I scream,
Is this all just a dream?
"Who was she, to me?
What was I to her?"
Was it really me,
That cut her in half?
That broke back her elbows,
Then started to laugh?
Was it really me,
That bit off her lips?
That twisted her face,
Then left her in place?
"She loved her husband,
Your wife never asked for much,
But your curse was victorious,
You destroy what you touch."
"Who are you?
How do you know?"
"I live within you,
I feed on your soul,
I'm the devil himself,
And the reason you're cold.
Now eat the body,
And pick your teeth with the bones,
And when you fall asleep,
You won't be alone...
I helped you kill her,
I helped you twist her.
I helped you cut her throat,
I'm the one who kissed her,
Then left you at the desk.
Left your room a mess,
Then left...
Then left...
Then left...