It waits in the darkness of my eyes,
A restless shadow burning just out of reach.
My choices haunt me in their cruel reprise.
The past returns with cruel sighs,
It claws inside my mind.
It waits in the darkness of my eyes.
Regret moves softly where my shadow lies,
Twisting my heart with secrets I can’t hide.
My choices haunt me in their cruel reprise.
The choice was mine, memories I despise,
Regret gnaws at me, morning and night.
It waits in the darkness of my eyes.
I beg for silence, but the night replies,
Its shadows feast upon my desire.
My choices haunt me in their cruel reprise.
No light remains, my hope now dies
It bends my flesh and mind.
It waits in the darkness of my eyes.
My choices haunt me in their cruel reprise.
Emilie Turner 