I lay there and wonder how you killed me. I look back on times we shared and memories burned into my brain. And that night when we feel asleep together. but instead of loving me, you stabbed me in the heart with no look of sorrow or even pain.
Now I simply lay here in my own pool of blood in my black room with black velvet curtians reaching out to me as the cold wind blows them. I cant feel anything now, except my heartbeat growing fainter with every thump. I stare blanky into the past and see your face, grinning eviley at my pain, only to realize you are standing above me with the knife again. Your mouth is moving , yet i still only hear my own heartbeat. You lean down to kiss me, and stab me in my stomach as you do. Your lips burn mine like a flame . You brush my black hair away from my blood covered face and run the cold blade across my skin. A thin trickle of blood runs down my cheek and into the pool of blood beneath me. My heartbeat is alomost gone and everything grows darker. Then I feel one last stab as you shove the knife into the same heart that once loved you. I am dead now, you killed me. Are you happy now? you have no-one to love you anymore. I float among the calm breeze yet still wonder how you killed me.