My Lover's Death

I see him there dead on top of my cold, dark bed I had hit his head he never a care I tryed but he hated me I loved another he then found it out then he started to hit me I screamed for some help he was not stopping I got away and ran fast In my room I rest I hear him coming I look for a phone to use The phone wire was cut I see my red lamp started to think in my head I must do the worst he walks in my room he comes at me with a knife hit him with the lamp now he must be gone motionless on the still bed what must happen now police at my door someone must have heard me scream I fall to the floor I sit there thinking bad things are going to come a knock on my door Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 08:01 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10