It is day, and I am wide awake,
wondering when I can leave this place,
wishing I could undo my mistake,
daydreaming about her embrace.
Cursed to haunt my desolate home,
in my darling baby girl’s room,
with no choice but to be alone,
this place is practically my tomb.
Her bed is there as if it were yesterday,
my beautiful wife is tucking her in,
I move to kiss my wife, but she pulls away,
“You have no patience,” she says with a grin.
I try to touch her but she is not there.
I don’t know how I can live without them.
I will do whatever it takes, I swear,
to escape this prison and get revenge.
