A breath of fresh air
While trapped in a coffin
A sweet disposition
Seen less and less often
A wonderful match
At least to their faces
So when his mask slips
They still sing his praises
A tender caress
Tooth-rattling smack
A rose-colored promise
Another attack
Once delicate flower
Crushed by vicious hand
Unraveled, now lonely
All part of his plan
A smoldering gaze
Aimed at other women
Now people ask why
On Earth you stayed with him
In public, a joy
In private, a terror
The violence is over
The haunting’s forever
I’m So Glad You’re Here
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