I feel her presence every day
My baby sister, who slipped away
One fine spring day, while no one watched
She left forever to live with God
And how I mourned! And how I cried!
And how I wished I were the one who’d died!
But life works out in its own strange ways
And she was the one who slipped away
Then suddenly, it was Halloween night
The King of Terror, the Champ of Fright
I paced about in my house, alone
No costumes or candies — I was far too old
But still I cowered in my darkened house
With the strength of a ghost, the fear of a mouse
For I’d seen a sight that chilled my bones
My sister stood in the doorway of my beautiful home
I’d slammed the door and shut off the lights
Never had I had such a horrible fright
I ran to the stairs, and started to pace
But, when I glanced up, my heart started to race
My sister was there, right on the stairs
This was no illusion — she really was there!
Her clothes were all bloody, and her eyeballs were black
She looked like a demon — how had she come back?!?!
I stood there, frozen. I didn’t know what to do
Then she smiled, and said, “All of this? It was you!
It was your fault I died, your fault I’m like this.
Don’t bother screaming. There’s not much you’ll miss!”
And after those words, she pounced onto my heart
And, as I lay bleeding, she ripped it apart
She stuffed it in her mouth, as fresh blood dripped down
So juicy and warm that, in my own blood, I drowned
And yet I awoke, on that stone-cold, hard floor
As, through the closed shutters, crept the first sign of morn
There were bloodstains around, and my chest was cut apart
There were ribs and two lungs, but I was lacking a heart
But still I stood up, and turned twice around
Saw the torn curtains and cushions, but I made no sound
And, just when I thought that I was still in a dream
I heard my sister’s laugh. That’s when I started to scream.