The chapter has ended
The last word read
The book had been closed
All the pages bleed red
Your hands are trembling
As you put the light out
Ghosts are still roaming
You wake up with a shout
Her memory is still real
As real as the book
The pages bleeding red
Her blood stained on your tool
One mistake and your hand took a life
And your regret is like black strife when
Her fingers are still stroking your cheek
And she silently wishes you goodnight.
