I hear my sister crying,
as I try to sleep.
I tell her I am tired and trying to sleep.
I now hear screaming,
as I lay awake.
I toss and turn,
but with the noise,
I can't sleep.
I go to her resting place,
but she isn't in her room.
I know where I'll find her.
She's clawing at the door.
I hear my sister crying,
but she sheds no tears.
For I killed her a year ago,
on this very day.
Now she's in the graveyard,
where I hope she'll stay.
But sometimes I hear her calling my name.
