With the cold steel

Am I killed

With the shining blade

Am I ripped to shreds

So to speak, I die

I am stabbed


For, residing in my mind

Are pictures

Of the assassin

Who has done this

Over and over do I see thosedeep blue eyes

Turn to satanic red

Over and over, do I watch

As I am defeated at last

Over and over

Do I feel the pain

Of cold Steel peircing hrough me

Over and over

Do I feel the scars that remain

From the dreams

That continue to haunt my sleep

That continue to make me wonder

Is this…

Is this how I will die?