Matthew must have laid his head
On a pillow in his bed
Before he fell asleep that night
His shoes lay quietly on the floor
Hair pulled back like she would adore
Before he fell asleep that night

He wrote alone with trembling hands
"All that's good must come to end"
Before he fell asleep that night
Faced the mirror on the wall
"Nothing's sacred after all"
Before he fell asleep that night

Laid his head to sleep
Dresser in front of the door
All came to pass
When Matthew said goodnight

Scattered pictures at his feet
Prayed his tainted soul to keep
Before he fell asleep that night
St. Christopher in his hand
Wrinkled sheets, turned white to red
Before he fell asleep that night