Sekhmet-Heart

I feel the rhythm of his heart, beneath the boards the beating starts; as reason from my mind departs, I fall apart, I fall apart. The men who knocked upon my door, not knowing what's beneath my floor will want to settle up the score - I do implore, I do implore This guilt breaks conscience with my lie - my wracking sobs and wretched sighs. I never meant for him to die. It was his eye, it was his eye!