Faye Sizemore


I lay me down in this bed of pain
To do my time till morning’s reign
Chained in memory’s empire
Upon the walls there… I see
dancing shadows… of demon fire
or is it tongues… of Hell’s own flame
Reaching for me with deadly aim
Rescue is not an option
There is no possible action
for it would be the same
as still playing this deadly game
There can be today no defense
when in the past is the offence
No peace now can ever be earned
With a conscience that is burned
Forever now the shadows dance upon the wall
Saying I’m sorry could have cured it for all