Ghosts of penitence

The Silent night speaks again,
Through the black holes in her eyes.
Questions and Answers
Are exchanged.

Mary Jane she reminisced,
Used to be her friend
Now the fumes of hope have all been
Put away.

She let go of all the strings
And walked into the sunset with the breeze
But she's seen all the time, wandering
Singing songs of pain.

He lies down on his countenance
Ashamed to see the eye.
The faces of his friends are still
Awake.

He sees the blood still dripping down
From the wounds he helped make.
The knife sticks from the backs of those
Betrayed.

The stares he felt were colder than the ice
He shriveled up and curled into a cave
But he's seen all the time, suffering
Singing songs of pain.

Tonight the ghosts of penitence are prowling
Tonight they stand for all to see
But they're here all the time, preaching
singing songs of pain.