The lights are dim.

The crowd is muffled.

His hands are warm.

His breathe is cool.

His chest is firm.

The music is soft.

The touch is like venom.

The hiss of regret.

It doesn’t matter.

Everyone say it happen.

He cant deny it.

Everyone saw him.

It can not be classified as an accident.

He looked in her eyes as he did it.

The contact was deadly.

Her hands are loose.

Her mouth is open.

Her lips are apple red.

Their hair is blowing.

Everyone saw it.

It's all his fault.

She's gone.

Faster than his breathe.

He did it.

It was the last straw.

Her eyes are glazed over.

The bullet behind the trigger.

All his fault.

Everyone saw it coming.

Pounding feet around them.

No-one could stop him.

A long agonizing blow.

A premeditated plan.

Their lips touched.

And now she's not breathing.