The hour’s dead space weighs heaviest when time loses its true meaning

Mind unravels space lost images that you know you should be weaning

You held them all so subconsciously now they start breaking cover

Haunting hearts and tormenting souls like some spiteful, resentful lover

Clock ticking off the freedom of the hours before the dark

Fingers tapping nervously a funeral dirge rhythm on its mark

Like nails scratching cross a blackboard cold shivers down the spine

As the darkness over takes you and you know it’s night's own time

She’s standing in the bedroom doorway, come hither look on her face

No mortal widow of this world she takes the raven’s evil place

She rapes you with the metaphors of words you must divulge in fear

Splintered feelings of your failings she’s the devil she don’t care

Till the sun brings back some semblance of your living effigy

Into the voided passage she returns to dwell with her morbid legacy.