black cold heartless
drip drop red soaking her side
screaming agony and hatred to the sky
drip drop red tears from her eyes
such sad eyes
drip drop a heart beats no longer
drip drop hear the breathing stop
drip drop you thought it was her turn to die
drip drop you saw it with you eyes
drip drop please
make it stop
drip drop red falling from her eyes
drip drop who will be next to die?
Stare only into the eyes of the present. Do not look into the eyes of the past or future. For the important thing is the present.