She stumbles across the room as another one hits the ground You can feel there's nothing left to say She's been here before She seems to understand Why it has to happen this way Yet can't help to wonder If she deserved it this way The room is warm But she shivers with cold You can feel her sadness Overflowing, rising And the worst part Is you are the one to blame And it eats upon your mind The dirty blood on your hands Murderer, your conscience Screams at you, You understand why This is the way But you can't help but wonder Did she deserve it this way And it kills you As there again, another heart you break, And another one hits the ground ©Enock Khapoya Patient 137
