• He hit the floor,
    Bruised and sore,
    Love hurts he said,
    Untill he froze-dead.

    She sat still,
    Lonely and ill,
    As she watched her love freeze,
    She cryed, wake up please!

    I hate my life,
    She said with a knife,
    The smell of blood filled the air,
    How could she dare?

    The story lives on,
    At the break of dawn,
    You hear her scream,
    And start to dream...