I watched you through eyes with a veil.
I dared not open them, while you were there.
I watched, I waited, I grew agitated.
I dared not to look,
For I might tell!
My eyes glazed over.
I dared not to look, while you were there…
Who was the poor girl lying there?
It wasn’t me.
I am sure I would tell.
The demon would come to me at night!
I was sure that… I was going to tell…
I looked away… I would not tell.
It wasn’t me!! …