A Murderer Lies In Bed With Me, At My Side His Arm Around Me. I Lie
With Him My Body Next To His..But I Do Not Lie There By Choice I Do Not
Lie There Willingly..But By Force..He Doesn’t Just Lie There At My Side
And His Arm Around Me..He Lies There Gun In Hand, And I Do Not Just Lie
There With My Body Next To His..I Lie There Hand Cuffed To The Bed..My Feet
Tied Up And That Gun Pointed At My Back..
Stripped Of Everything That I Have.Not Just My Clothes But My Life, Love, My
Everything, I Cry Because I Know I Won’t Be Waking Up Tomorrow. I Already Bleed
..But Not Yet From The Heart..Nor From The Gun..So I Cry Because I Know My Life
No Longer Means Anything. He Shifts, I Flinch, Clentching My Teeth..
The Sun Begins To Rise..He Wakes Up Points That Gun Int He Middle Of My Eyes And Says
‘I No Longer Need You’. He Pulls The Trigger..Blood Plattered Ont He Bed Sheets And His
Face..And For The Last Time..A Murderer Lies In Bed With Me..