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by Kayla Nicole Sep 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I hear an engine He's here now I must hide but where? There is no where to hide He's found them all I run down the hall Just to try He comes in now Screaming my name I cower in a corner full of shame I knew I should have done this long ago I pull a knife from a drawer I hide in a room and wait for him As he walks in I shred his throat He was quick to fall It was murder this I know But its better to be free Than to be chained