Confrontation

My Backs On The Wall,

Your Hands Are Grasp On My Wrist,

Your Eyes Are Beamed Right At My Eyes,

Theres A Knife In Your Hand,

I'm Losing Strength To Push You Away,

I Don't Have The Right Mind,

The Knife Is So Close,

Am I Going To Die?

Will I Survive?

I Feel The Knife Go Through Me,

I'm Fainting Away And The Last Thing I See,

Is You Kiss Me And Tears Falling On My Face,

I Wake Up,

And See A Dark Room With A Knife Through Me,

And My Blood On The Floor With You Beside Me.........

Dead.

~Jesse Artimio