Ghost fingers trace across my skin.
I could swear that you were here,
Passing your fingers lovingly down my cheek,
I look for you but no ones there.

I fragrent kiss tingles upon my neck,
I turn to kiss you and find only air.
I swear I could smell the aroma of you
That I remember from our nights in each others arms.

I detect a resonant form of your sweet embrace,
Pulling me into your arms.
Could swear I felt your face buried in my hair,
I move to caress your cheek, but youre not there.

I hear a ghostly whisper,
Passed from beyond the grave,
You say I love you,
And silently I whisper I love you too.

A single tear rolls down my cheek,
Wishing you were here to wipe it away.
But youre not and Ill never see you again,
Just like the trucker that did you in.

I found out about him,
Learned who he was.
I grabbed my knife and readied my soul.
His fatal mistake would take its toll.

I tracked him down.
Threw him a line,
He looked pleased at first,
Thought he could score with me.

Then I pulled the knife from my coat,
Plunged it into his waiting gut.
He looked astounded at me and stared,
I looked him in the eye and told him

My babys the last one youll ever kill.
He died and his spirit whispered to me,
I knew he was dead long before I was told he had died
And I take my vengance now.

I may burn in hell with my sin,
But I go willingly knowing that youll be there screaming too.
That youll see the firey depths before I will.
No one will avenge you as I avenged my love.

When the police came I was ready for them.
I handed them the knife and said,
Thats the murder weapon.
The looked at me confused as I gave myself up.

I told them Ill go willingly
I avenged my loves soul.
And Ill meet him when I die
If I am redeemed from hell.

So now I sit here,
Not mourning for my imprisenment.
For what goods life without you,
My dearly departed ghost lover?
 
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