The Ragged Edge of Hell

Looking at my life as though down into the ragged edge of hell,

You hadn't a care of how far I fell;

Nor to the depths and breadth,

Where one day I held the hand of death;

The demons from which you try and hide,

Will always seek you and will find;

That dark shell of the woman you've sadly become,

Rather than the woman who once radiated beauty and grace as bright as the sun;

Until you face the truth of the damage to me you have wrought,

Any chance of love and happiness will be for naught;

Just as the ghost ship is doomed to forever sail,

Though try as you might to start anew, You too will always fail;

You and he will never be free,

As long as I am a ghost you both can see.