Lying there across the floor,
Spread eagle- arms stretched wide,
Face aghast, just can't believe,
The one I trusted lied.
The path I tread is filled with blood,
And all I see is black,
Whispering voices in my head,
I see the things I lack.
'Tis is a battle I've not fought before,
Not in all my life,
Walking down the blood-stained floor,
Past the weary strife.
Ghosts rattle chains as I walk past,
Calling out my name,
Deathly voices sing to me,
And I am left with shame.