I sat alone, that day,


    The day you said you love me


    I pushed you away,


    The room in my head, whet empty,


    And cold, so cold that i fell to the ground


    And felt a shattering sense of it being all a dream


    And then I woke up in cold buckets of sweat,


    With a knife to hand and a floating body


    Above mine.


    This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.A ghost above my body where i lay,


    In bed with dolled up face, ready to be


    Sacrifice to the devil or to the god,


    That chose that agonising death that


    let to tears and blood.


    And all I asked myself was:


    Did I made it that way or was it all


    due to that one mistake that made me


    feel love and compassion.