He lay's in a pool of his own blood
She holds the knife that kills
Eye's open,staring at nothing
Eye's closed, shedding tears of sorrow.
The clock ticks,telling the minutes that has passed.
The knife hangs, the blood drips
Yet no movment is made
No words are spoken
She drops the knife
the sound echo's through the empty house
Yet no move is made.
The sirens are heard, but she doesn't move.
The door breaks, the silence ends with voices.
Cold,heavy metal clasps on pale wrists,
Eye's still shut,tears still fall,
Sorry is the last thing that is heard from her lips.
And there lays the body,
of a golden haired boy, with the golden eyes and has the smile of an angel.
There he lies in a pool of blood.