A little girl stands by the foot of my bed
blood dripping on my floor from the holes in her head
the two dark pits where her eyes should be
are somehow staring right at me
As she leans in and puts her lips to my ear
she shares secrets no living is meant to hear;
of the bad man who caused her untimely demise,
who stole her innocence, her life and her eyes
When the bad man, she says, was finally caught
he was sentenced to death for the pain he had brought
now he burns in hell, where his soul was sent
to eternally suffer, scream and repent
When her tiny, cold fingers touch my face
I suddenly know why she was stuck in this place:
And all has been darkness ever since that day
she needed my eyes to find her way
