My Dearest Miss,
I write you this,
To tell you I won't be home.
But please, you see,
Would you do me,
A favor, you Goddess of Gold?
Turn on your TV,
And please watch me,
I'm on the news so bold.
Watch how I bleed,
How my eyes do scream,
From the bullets' sting, so cold.
Shot seventeen
Times, inside me,
There is a river a blood to fold.
They found me
I finally see
How they all patrolled
Please do this,
My Dearest Miss,
Because they will forever me hold.
It is my wish,
To tell you this,
Something I've never told.
I will find you
And your heart entombed
And it in front of you hold.
I'll watch the eyes
That I despise
Drift down into the cold,
Then I shall die
And take you and I,
To Hell, your soul I stole.