Droplets of red fall in rythmical
fashion on the tainted floor
slowly you sit, grinning, as
something thicker than water
splashed accross your face
flow like rivlets
ah, you looked fashionable in your
dark suit, it suits you, i was saying
still you grinned that fading grin
you try to raise your frailing hand
towards me, i won\'t touch you,
your filthy like the sea
\'when you were young i cared for you\'
yeah, and you showed me your barren
soul, a soul that screams in utter
desacration all the beauty in this earth
but \'ilavyou\' you used to say
i felt otherwise
now it\'s my turn,
i recall that grey sunday when i was 12
you filthy bastard you came to me
grinded my spirit and now looked what you\'ve done...
a knife on your back..
