You Treat Me Like I'm Nothing
And Ignore That I Exist...

I'm Staring At Your Picture,
Your Eyes Are Staring Back...

Two Bodies Lay Before Me
All Mangled And Twisted...

His Body Limp And Bloody
The Drill Is Still Inside...

A Knife Is Pressed Against Your Throat
As Blood Runs Down Your Neck...

She Lay Upon The Tiled Floor, Drenched In Tears...
Staring At The Door Ahead, Wincing From The Cuts...

Although The Time Had Quickly Passed,
Like Sand Runs Through An Hour Glass...

She Clenches Her Eyes Shut
And The Screams Get Even Louder...