Murder stains these walls,

telling tales of battles lost

repentance is all she wants she cries oh god please save my soul

this home is not a home but a battle field, bodies scattered on the floor

lifeless and cold, lays her son who she holds, beginning him to fill

his longs once more.


All I ask, is that you realize what I have left

avenge my death


I long for, the opportunity to fight again.

and taste the sweet revenge I so sorely deserve

bury every thing that reminds you of me

so carry on soldier, carry on


Priceless she finds the laugh, that long ago had graced her walls

dependent on the touch, she prays that shell be with him soon

she grasps the knife once with selfish intent, she comes back to it

once again


Third times the charm and shell focus the harm to those whove

ruined her family and home.