Post by Jojo on Sept 27, 2006 17:14:12 GMT -5
Walking home, I sense it.
It's there, I know it.
But what is it that has me so scared?
I don't know...
The darkness looms above,
Bringing the cold with it,
Bringing the criminals in its wake.
I can feel their malicious eyes on me.
Shivering, I walk faster,
Hoping that they will leave me alone.
Of course, with my luck,
I'll just end up dead.
Gunshots, many gunshots,
Echoing through the streets.
Screams rise quickly after them,
Scared for their own lives.
But they don't need to worry,
No they don't need to be scared.
What does the evil want with them?
No... it wants me.
I feel pain... lots of pain.
Looking down, I see them.
The bullets found their mark
In my stomach, my chest.
I see blood, my blood,
Seeping from the wounds.
Why does the evil want me?
What did I do wrong?
Was it because I told the police
About what I saw that night,
That night the other girl died?
I thought I was doing the right thing.
But now, as I fall to the ground,
I see I was correct...
I did do the right thing.
I put those murderers where they belong.
And now that they told their friends about me,
About what I did to their lives,
I am being punished for it.
Punished for speaking the truth.
My head hits the ground,
But I'm too dazed to yell for help.
I'm too far gone to be helped anyway,
So why bother?
The men are running away now,
Running away from their cruel deed.
They don't want to be seen
For killing another helpless girl.
I hear more screams now,
Now that everyone sees me on the ground.
I can't move, can't speak to them,
Tell them who did it.
The darkness spreads again,
Over my body, over my eyes.
I shut them, not wanting to see it,
Not knowing I won't open them again.
I did the right thing, I know.
But at what cost?
Is this what is given to those
Who do the right thing?
Is death what is given
To those who do the right thing?
It's there, I know it.
But what is it that has me so scared?
I don't know...
The darkness looms above,
Bringing the cold with it,
Bringing the criminals in its wake.
I can feel their malicious eyes on me.
Shivering, I walk faster,
Hoping that they will leave me alone.
Of course, with my luck,
I'll just end up dead.
Gunshots, many gunshots,
Echoing through the streets.
Screams rise quickly after them,
Scared for their own lives.
But they don't need to worry,
No they don't need to be scared.
What does the evil want with them?
No... it wants me.
I feel pain... lots of pain.
Looking down, I see them.
The bullets found their mark
In my stomach, my chest.
I see blood, my blood,
Seeping from the wounds.
Why does the evil want me?
What did I do wrong?
Was it because I told the police
About what I saw that night,
That night the other girl died?
I thought I was doing the right thing.
But now, as I fall to the ground,
I see I was correct...
I did do the right thing.
I put those murderers where they belong.
And now that they told their friends about me,
About what I did to their lives,
I am being punished for it.
Punished for speaking the truth.
My head hits the ground,
But I'm too dazed to yell for help.
I'm too far gone to be helped anyway,
So why bother?
The men are running away now,
Running away from their cruel deed.
They don't want to be seen
For killing another helpless girl.
I hear more screams now,
Now that everyone sees me on the ground.
I can't move, can't speak to them,
Tell them who did it.
The darkness spreads again,
Over my body, over my eyes.
I shut them, not wanting to see it,
Not knowing I won't open them again.
I did the right thing, I know.
But at what cost?
Is this what is given to those
Who do the right thing?
Is death what is given
To those who do the right thing?