Ashes to ashes,
dusk to dusk,
and it's too dark
to find myself again.
His hands are haunting me,
his voice
caressing my sinful flesh.
Like a sacrificial lamb,
to a spoiled lion,
revered as god.
Ashes to ashes,
dusk to dusk,
or was it dust to be said?
I'm losing myself
within the twisting insanity
that grows within the depths of me.
I can feel it
   kick
     and kick
        and kick me
inside.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
I may as well change it now,
but this peacefulness will not last long.
Those steel bars cannot confine him for very long.
This false sense of security will be my downfall
I'm sure.
And the life I hold within my arms
seems too pure to be the
abomination it really is.
Ashes to ashes,
dusk to dust--
a play on words I see.
I was right,
he's gone mad,
and has escaped,
he will come for me
I'm sure.
Ashes to ashes,
dusk, dust, and dawn.
I've left him to bear the weight
of the loss of two lives now.
He'll break down--
I'm sure.