part i. recollection

lying in a chasm
sitting in the centre
and all that i remember
is mid-late november

"come to my hotel room
there's something i must tell you"
that call had brought me to you
(i'm guessing that i knew you)
and when we sat in silence
something caught on to my eyelid
something you were hiding
(or wanted to be private)

and now i'm wondering
if i didn't see what you hid from me
would things have gone differently

than you reaching behind
looking for your kitchen knife
softly muttering naught but just one thing:

"this didn't have to happen"

and now i can't believe
that my last words were "what do you mean?"

part ii. return

you're home after such a long time
and you look like you've had a rough night
your wife gives you something to drink
and some time to sit alone and think

and they could tell by your appearance
that your experience wasn't too swell
but you decided not to tell them
because details seldom seem to help

you look down at your blood-stained shirt
wondering how much it hurt
it almost feels like you've been cursed
since november 23rd

it seems the owner of the hotel
got complaints of a right disgusting smell

and they traced it all back to
what looks like the exact room where you stayed
and there's still some confusion
but it seems a conclusion has been made

how many rumours have you heard?
don't you agree they're all absurd?
just don't believe what's been inferred
about november 23rd
... i do believe those were your words.

part iii. resurgence

sounds in the hallway
screams as the wallpaper melts
arms grip the bedsheets
eyes dotting everything else

thought you'd escaped it
thought you could leave it behind
but ever so clear
is the curse in the depths of your mind

part iv. remembrance

lying in a forest
sitting like a statue
desperate for a hideout
where nobody can catch you

you question your existence
and homicidal urges
when somehow in the distance
a familiar face emerges

you mutter to the spirit
"i thought that i had killed you"
but it doesn't seem to hear it
and continues drawing you

and it's all before your eyes
every detail magnified
and everywhere you touched
it hurts you just as much now
and it's the strangest thing
as it comes to you you think
you hear it start to sing
just the same one thing

this didn't have to happen

part v. reprise

maybe
all i really wanted was to see you run
try to run from every single thing you've done
not so easy, is it?
is it?

watch out
'cause baby i'm a spirit and i'm catching up
'cause baby i'm a vengeance and i've had enough
of all this silent watching
watching

and your god may forgive you
but there's no way he can see you way down here
oh you look so confounded
you have no idea how proud it makes me feel

how many rumours have you heard?
how many of them are correct?
and when those rumours are confirmed
well, how much of you will be left?

and what should i do with the rest?

part vi. response

to my rose,
i hope you get this letter
so you know
that i won't be home

but i heard
and i'm glad you feel better
because i
i sure as hell don't

and i can see through all the windows
but i'm locked out in the cold
and i promise you you will never
have a fate so uncontrolled

and i can see through all the windows
but i'm locked out of my house
and i promise you you will never
feel the way i do right now