I wrote you name in the walls but
It came out red as blood;
I tried to tell you I loved you but
It came out as shrieking moans;
I tried to hold you in my arms but
Floated, cold through instead.
You fled our house in fear and pain but
I'd only tried to show my love:
The dead and living shouldn't, but
I just want you to be mine.
The clanking of chains was in Morse, but
You never heard the code;
I howled your name to the stars, but
You thought it was the wind;
I thought for worse include this, but
You've called an exorcist.
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