I knew a man,
Who held me tight.
He told me how,
To put my feelings right.
He held my hand,
Walked through the park.
It felt so nice,
Strolling in the dark.
Things turned bad I was pushed to the ground,
And then he pulled out a knife.
He ripped it through my skin, cut out my heart,
He took my soul and life.
He left a deep darkened hole,
Right through my front.
His body and mind,
I will haunt and hunt.
