As the rain begins to fall,
My life comes to an end.
My thoughts are as empty,
As the house I am in.
As the outside light,
Starts its quest for night.
The shadows dance a,
Jig to torment and fright.
As I look down the hallway,
What do you think I should see?
A twisted and evil hand,
With its finger pointed at me.
Before he could accuse,
I run into a darkened room.
With a flash I see my mistake,
Before I heard the boom.
Ensnared! I am trapped,
And my heart starts to race.
I must await my accuser,
Is this fear I will face?
As the lightning sparks the night,
My accuser lets out a shout.
Its strangling and gruesome voice,
Shakes me until I pass out.
In my dreams the accuser is,
Waiting for the right time.
It is almost at the witching hour,
As the clock starts its chime.
I yell at the accuser,
What have I done?
For you to twist my life,
And keep me on the run.

I never bother anyone,
I never talked to a soul.
So why do you follow me,
And treat me as a ghoul?

As my lips start to quiver,
And the tears cascade like rain.
I feel a hitch in my chest,
And it brings a little pain.
My accuser is my conscience,
And for my acts I must atone.
To forget about my life,
That I have lived alone.