You haunt the lake now
Melody?
What are you searching for?
You cry aloud so mournfully!
It pierces to the core…
I see translucent tears aglow!
How can a spirit cry?
It’s me you look for,
Melody?
I didn’t want to die.
I ask forgiveness,
Melody,
for holding you below
The dark and murky
water where
you didn’t want to go.
Do not approach me,
Melody,
with eyes of fire and hate
You said you loved,
but I did not,
and now it is too late.
So I insisted,
Melody,
that we could both be free;
I didn’t know the
end of you
would be the
end of me.
Beyond Panic 