I held my head under cold water and it felt so good.
You panicked, as I suspected you would.
I tied the bricks to my feet and went down. Down.
Into the lake, where I did drown. Drown.

Three weeks later when they located me,
my skin was bloated, white and puffy.
Now here I come back to haunt you as you sleep
with rhythmic patterns and memories to make you weep.

I am your nightmare, your every dream.
I am always there, always in the seams
of your simple life in that small town on the coast
reappearing in the dark as your ghost.

You told me to disappear, to leave, go away...
so I did just that. Now you wish I had stayed.
If you had thought carefully, spoke better terms,
I wouldn't be six feet under, covered in worms.

It is your loss, not mine. I am still stalking your brain.
One day when you've had enough, when it makes you insane...
...you will go deep. You will go so far down. Down.
Just like I did, you will drown. Drown.