I hold you in my arms,
your life force slowly
draining,
and your screams
slowly dying...
the room fills
with the smell
of your blood,
and the sound of
my crying,
with death coming
swiftly,
as you drew your last
breath,
and said your goodbyes,
with confusion,
and betrayal,
in your eyes...
and me,
with the knife,
that stabbed you,
in the back...
