I’d like to play a little game
With a little rhyme
And I’d like to call it
Who killed me this time
I start by running on the street
While being chased by heedless feet
He has a knife and I’m not me
He will not stop until I bleed
He finally catches me
His knife goes thru my flesh
He will not have his way with me
Til I meet my untimely death
I leave my body, bloody on the ground
I’m seeing less, and screaming without sound
It gets so I can barely see me
Then I wake up, on the ground
The pain does not stop when I wake
For death is not finished, my life he’ll take
He’s left me for now, in pain and bleeding
But he’ll come back, my heart’s still beating
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