It will happen no more

I see you crying
There is no answer
I come close and lift your head
Only to find
Tears of sorrow rolling down your check
I wipe them away seeing
Bloodshot eyes and a blood red face
I ask what is wrong
But by rolling up your sleeve
I see the answer myself
I walk away as she screams at me to stop
I leave, but with me I take one thing
I go down the road
Knife behind my back
I knock on the door
He opens the door and
He was quick to fall
I lick the blood off the knife
drop it and walk down the road
Only to remember my power