My ghost haunts the one,
who caused my early death
My body rests in the grave,
and my ghost haunts the one,
who caused my early death.
A year ago it happened so,
out of disappointment and despair,
I was murdered by the one closest to me,
the one I loved the most.
That night was scary and spooky,
the wind was howling,
whipping against the window.
I had an eerie feeling,
and saw the glow of a sword,
a chill ran down my spine.
I turned to see my friend,
who ran the sword through my body,
And blamed me as the source of her unhappiness.
As I screamed out in agony
and felt the last breath upon me,
as I fell to the ground,
I saw tears upon her face.
Months later I returned,
only to find my friend dead too,
due to the burden of guilt upon her shoulders,
caused due to my murder.
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