I live in your mind — rent free!i

In death, you’re still all mine to keep

and you won’t get a wink of sleep

from this old hag you said you’d sweep

right off her feet, you lying creep.

The grave did not free you of me.

I live inside your mind—rent free.

By leaving me alone at sea

you thought that I would cease to be? [maniacal laughter]

But darling, there you go again

as wrong as you have always been

while thinking you were clever when

you chummed for sharks at half past ten.

Your trampled conscience bothers you

despite the so-called good you do

to sweep away what still rings true

another deed you’ll always rue.

The grave did not free you of me.

I live inside your mind—rent free.

By leaving me alone at sea

you thought that I would cease to be? [maniacal laughter]

You’re running scared, down to the bone

from this, a crime you can’t atone

or shed the guilt you bear alone

a plea confessed in granite shown.

You push your limits to extremes

but I still haunt you in your dreams

and all remark, “He really seems—

like he’s a man suppressing screams.

The grave did not free you of me.

I live inside your mind—rent free.

By leaving me alone at sea

you thought that I would cease to be? [maniacal laughter]

You wander through a tomb designed

to keep your very soul confined

to hell itself: your fate aligned

with me to fester—you’re consigned.