Fire and Ice

I thought I found a man in my garden.He was a fraud.
He burned me like a witch at the stake.
He was my pleasure now he's my pain.I have poured my
body and soul into a bottomless pit.All the things you
never said running through my head.
You can tell me it's over,over,over.Over your head.
Bury me in your garden,your garden of girls.But I
will burn in your heart and melt the ice that surrounds it.
I'll never let you rest,you will suffer with my ghost.

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