At night when shadows fall
I’m haunted by your stare;
My eyes are tightly shut
I feel your presence there.

The dagger plunges deep again
This pain that does not cease;
At night I pray for it to wane
To give my mind some peace.

The January knife that stings my heart
Leaves a twinge of grief that’s fresh;
Release this sadness, take it back
Stop tearing at my flesh.

As days go by and months as well
I doubt if this will fade;
Till then I must endure the ache
That lurks upon death’s blade.