Gray Ghost

Do you hear me, my little child?
It's the gray ghost...and you are the one I defiled;
You thought I brought pain before, little one?
It's time again...I have barely begun!

I creep into your room, silent as a cat stealing a baby's breath,
I am cold and icy as a innocent babe's death;
The covers are raised up over your eyes,
But as I drop my weight onto the side of the bed...no one will hear your cries.

It is over much quicker than I would have wished,
You shiver and shake when it's your forehead I kissed;
In your mind, and to your parents and psychiatrist you call me the gray ghost,
But they do not know that it's your own relative who gets off by hurting you most.