As lay on the floor,
My eyes must be wrong,
You wouldn’t do this,
Not to me.
I lay here in blood,
This cant be your doing,
My eyes must be wrong,
Everything’s a bit blurry.
I won’t believe,
That you did this,
My eyes are failing,
And I can hardly see.
I must have been wrong,
My subconscious if fading,
Into the black oblivion,
Of nothingness.
I won’t ever come out ,
If I fall in, so I flee,
I catch a glimpse of your face,
And reach for your back.
You turn around ,
And on your face,
Is a sick smile,
And you’re covered in blood.
My blood,
Dark and red,
How could you do this?
I’m still in denial.
How could you cut me down?
I thought I knew you,
I was obviously wrong,
But I won’t let you go.
I hold you tight,
And as you stand there,
Laughing at me,
In your sick way.
I grasp the dagger,
That you had used on me,
And embracing you tightly,
And I stab you from behind.
Because if I’m going to die,
At your hands,
Then I’m going to take you with me,
And you will suffer like me.
