I sit in warmth, And watch, Through the foggy window At the white, powdery night, An occasional orange light Streaks by, not far above, And I sit, listening, To the soft humming of an engine.
cant wait to let this edge go, the promise in my eyes, i swear to God I've tried, all the water turned to wine, i drank it all to lose some time, not quick enough to dull the shine. i wish that i was never yours, cause never was i ever mine.
I ran. Not knowing what else to do There was so much blood on my hands It was mine The kitchen knife Caught in my chest Guilt Consumed by Fear I was heightened by Adrenaline But running on Wasn’t enough While trying to stay calm, Losing control It was me that would end up Dead. Because He was In front of me The whole time It was too late Trapped I found myself Locked in chains My fate was Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective. Backward: from the murderers perspective.