Out in the cold six years old
Blood in the snow, half-naked knife in my hand
A bloody mass, an abused and beaten mother right next to me
I hear his heavy breathing I am terrified I fear for my life
The screaming, the words still haunt me
I saw death in his eyes blood on his hands
On a chilly and cold December nite, I almost lost my life
Something deep inside me broke on that fateful night
A part of me literally died there and then!
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