The rain beats down upon me in a fast steady rhythm. I am soaked to the bone but it doesn't matter to me any more nothing does. The sting pain in my side is more then my body can take. My legs drop for under me. I fall upon the cold black cement ground. If it was any other day you would have caught me, you would have saved me from this dark nightmare, you would have told me how stupid I was for getting shot, you would have gotten anger, and most likely you would have hit me in rage. But that's if it were any other day but today you weren't there to save me. You had left me all alone. You left me here to die. I look up into the cold cloudy sky above me. The rain still beats down upon me harder then it was a few minutes ago. I can no longer hear the rain coming down only the beating of my heart. My heart. You took my heart from me. You ripped it out and laughed at me and in my stupidity I laughed with you. I loved you. And I foolishly thought you loved me as well. I clung to you in hopes that you would say you loved me. I never left your side in hopes that you would want me. I thought you did love me. I thought I was your Harlequin, Your babe, your pumpkin pie but I was wrong. As I lay here dieing on this cold rainy night upon this cold black cement I have come to my to clam my sanity, the sanity that you took from me and twisted and turned into a black and red harlequin hat. The world is going black and the gray sky is starting to get fuzzy. but your not here to save me and the gunshot wound in my side is allowing my blood drip from my body. I put my hand to my side and bring it back to me face and see the red color on the fingertips of my sleek black glove and slowly press them to my lips. I think of your lips. Oh the bloody red lips that I longed for to kiss me instead of the cold white hand that slapped me every time I did something wrong, But now its to late. It's to late to think of what life could have been if I had just kept walking and not paying any attention to you and your clownish grins. It's to late to think about you changing your mine and saving me. It's to late to go back. It's to late to have your love. But still I can't help but think you will always be my Mister J, my Puddin, and my Angel.