Your obituary will read
"his victims are finally freed"
Your tombstone shall say
"blessed are those who got away"
And when you reach St. Peter at the gates
he will ask if you know love from hate
But even when you have died
we will be left with scars inside
Though you will someday breathe your last
we will always have the memories of your past
And while your blank eyes will not see again
you will greet us in our nightmares like an unwanted friend
Whether an earthly being or a violent wraith
dead or alive, we will never feel safe