Midnight Silhouette

Her image repeats madly, my hands pressed against her throat

The fear within her eyes, as she stared into the face of a soulless goat

Sweet divine madness, play with the thought of a passing demise

Her weeping voice screaming to me, more and more of her lies

Sweet Jenny how I miss you, I wish it didn't have to end this way

Jenny my dear Jenny, how I wish you were here with me today

The voices told me to do it, in the name of the father I press to thee

Your warm body turning cold, in the end it's better you, than me

I remember your long brown hair, waving within the gentle breeze

Your dark brown eyes of innocence, slowly brought to their knees