I passed by your house
that night of the fight...

They stare at you
those eyes that are...

Pain inside and out
failing to see...

Rips and tears
scratches and burns...

Black hair
black lips...

A tormented soul
waiting for your touch...

Its cold and dark
a figure walks up...

My blood pounds
i hear it in my ears...

Murder
suicide...

Nibble on my ear
kiss my neck...

I feel the wind across my cheeks
and the cold of the concrete on my feet...