Three Hundred Dollars

I walked the city night, the streets with lights upon my view
I walked and smiled, the warm breeze upon me, cuddling me close
The nights stars a gentle color of blue and silver, such a fragile hue...
I never noticed, I never knew, the reason why it was me he chose

The further I walked the less time I had left, he strolled behind
Whistling a tune as my heart beat faster, danger I felt all too late
Why is he following me? I asked myself, back then innocently blind
All to soon he was upon me, his arms rough on my shoulders, my date

I was swiveled around suddenly, beginning to loose my balance
His movements were quick, as he stuck the cool blade
There was no time to breath, not a second for a single glance

Pain, sudden and burning upon my body, gripping my soul
I felt myself falling, I watched him take my purse and vanish
The pain numbed as blood rushed, I smelt it, it was foul
Under the stars I once called fragile, I wondered if they punish

The cold pavement was what I met, unable to move, death upon me
I asked myself why, why was it me? I asked and asked, waiting...
My purse contain little more than three hundred, he took it, he...
I was sold to death for that money, sold and left regretting

Why had it been me, who died on the cold pavement that night
Who chose that fate for me, I asked one last time
I saw no angels, as I took my last breath, and lost my sight
Blackness surrounds me, as I stand, unheard I continue to mime

Had I been thoughtful I wouldn't replay, that horrible day
Again and again through out eternity