Ghost in My Bed

I sometimes wake in a panic

gasp for air

turn around and look for you, lover

but you're not there

am I wrong?

for wanting you still?

craving your body

needing to fill

that empty spot in my bed

where you used to lay your head

whisper your lies in my ear

I was too naïve to hear

the evil hidden in your words

the way you lured me in to kill

is it wrong?

that I want you still