A Nightmare Of Thanksgiving

The plans were set, the table was made,
The hostess smiled her smile, so fake
The night had lasted an eternity past
Another horror, one she could not mask
He had come for her again, as he did each night
As he would, she knew, for the rest of her life
How could this demon that haunts her days
be the same who loved her the life of yesterday

Bu-bum, bu-bum… The sound of a heart long gone…
Tap, tap… tap, tap… The echoes in a dead home…

‘Twas a year ago from this Thanksgiving morn
The darkest hour to stay with her forevermore
There was a turkey baking, a wedding to plan
The happiest moment of her life, too good to last
Nothing could prepare a life for such a loss
Still, such a loss could not steal her love
His still form, as death stole his breath away
The guilt of a murderer, the true love, one and the same

Bu-bum, bu-bum… The sound of a heart long gone…
Tap, tap… tap, tap… The echoes in a dead home…

“An accident.” She remembers the courts saying
An accident had stolen her life away
At nights, she still heard his breath next to her
His footsteps still sounded in the next room
The smell of his coffee when she woke up alone
Thump, thump, lightly echoes the empty home
Driving a lonely soul to tears of a broken life
No hope left, just a memory she prayed to die

Bu-bum, bu-bum… The sound of a heart long gone…
Tap, tap… tap, tap… The echoes in a dead home…

He had returned from the grave, of this she was sure
When she first heard him, she thought ‘twas to comfort her
But the nightmares began, the sounds of an angry ghost
Louder they came, the footsteps’ thump, the heart’s pulse
Bu-BUM! Bu-BUM! The sound of a heart long gone
Bu-DUM! Bu-DUM! The echoes filled her home
Where to turn to when there’s no protection?
Where to hide, from the anger of this hateful creation?

Bu-bum, bu-bum… The sound of a heart long gone…
Tap, tap… tap, tap… The echoes in a dead home…

Until the night before, when at last he spoke to her
A whisper, so low that she barely heard.
“Why? Why?” He asked, in the silence of night
She cried out, “ACCIDENT!” but he didn’t reply
Simple he asked her why again, and again, and again
The anger rising in his voice as it grew, no stopping, no end 
She prayed for him to leave her alone, to stop asking “why?”
A scream through the house cried out in anger “WHY?”

WHY? A voice of an anger spirit long since lost
A whisper of hate, a soul of vengeful costs

Day had come; the screaming had died out at last
The guest arrived; she had vowed to leave behind the past
She thanked and greeted and apologized for her shabbiness
She spoke of her loss, and how she vowed to forget
Uncomfortable they avoided asking her questions
Turning away, they were afraid of her strange reactions
Until the sun set, and the voices returned to her
“why?” the whispers began their angry retort

WHY? A voice of an anger spirit long since lost
A whisper of hate, a soul of vengeful costs

“WHY?” He screamed, as she tried to ignore his calls
“WHY? WHY? WHY?” His voice downed out all
Always so lonely, she never had found love until him
Though a secret relation, she had planned to announce
During the feast, before the horrible “accident.”
“WHY?” He cried, until she fell, confessing her crime
Just to ease the sounds of his haunting cries.

WHY? A voice of an anger spirit long since lost
A whisper of hate, a soul of vengeful costs

Murder? Death? What is this girl saying?
Fear, hauntings, who is to forgive such cries?
Always so alone, always off, I fear
The poor girl, been going all year
Thought she found a man, at last, last year
Terrible accident, terrible thing to hear
But, what do you expect? A nonexistent death!
All in her head!

A life of loneliness, to create a love affair
How does one live with love when he’s not there?
Had to have died, she couldn’t have been so alone
Guilt of a lie, confusing with murder condoned
An angry spirit, trapped inside her own head
Now she lies in a trance, dealing with truth
How long can she survive with a lost loved fate?
Especially if he never existed in the first place

Bu-bum, bu-bum… Pounding inside her head
Bu-bum, bu-bum… Lost in living without existence…