My blood is dripping onto this floor,
Whether I will live or die im not too sure,
He cut my throat and left me here,
Beyond the worst of all my fears.
I am gasping for my very last breath,
Before I face the cold of death,
I remember how it started yet not how it ends,
I can say we were more than friends.
You come home and you are angry,
You have seen something I am not yet to see,
You yell you scream and throw me against the wall,
You said I will kill you like I am nothing at all,
You punch me more I am such a mess,
I get a word in and plead for forgiveness.
You pull out a knife and slice my throat,
My body feels light my head begins to float.
You open your eyes and see what you have done,
You try to help but decide to turn and run,
My blood is dripping onto this floor,
Today is the day I wish I fought more.
