Tainted

Tainted
By: Adam M. Snow

The morbid voice haunts me;
why cant I see;
that my essence is tainted;
now black is the color;
for which my soul is painted.

Now my hands are stained;
covered in lovers blood;
for in shadows I remained;
waiting for the darkened flood.

My skin's so numb;
cold to the touch;
for death surely to come;
for I know too much.

Taint is my heart;
I knew it from the start.
Now I am a ghost;
for you, I'll haunt the most.

The morbid voice haunts you;
what did you do?
Your essence is tainted;
now black is the color;
for which your soul is painted.