The Haunting

I hide behind my parchment

Like you hide behind your lies

But where i find refuge

The truth is there haunting you

Twenty six letters will deliver me from my pain

But they cannot dig you out of your grave

We brought ourselves here

But now you cannot escape

And so your burial begins

How does it feel to be the beautiful one

Enjoy it while it lasts

Justice will find the truth within you

How does it feel when justice is served

Your fabricated lies willn't suffice

All-seeing eyes will gaze upon yours before long

Consequence will take its course

Shift the blame towards me in search of comfort

How does it feel to be the flavor for a spell

As aftermath yields your chosen verdict

And you count forever your enemy