From pure to possessed, 
in a matter of steps.
A frozen burn, 
fevered and hurt. 
You claimed false idols, 
I mimicked your words. 
You’ve made you bed, 
Lay alone in words unsaid. 
Do your prayers touch my name? 
As my thoughts hold on to yours, 
Or did your rational mind 
Turn your heart to cold? 

 
I suppose that you haven’t heard, 
About the haunting of your home. 
A ghostly figure, shares features with you. 
Except he won't speak, and he hates me too.