Written Dec. 2, 2005
Edited Dec. 27, 2005
I know a lot I lack,
And there’s so much more to life.
Then you stab me in the back
With your sharpened killer knife.
You made the first attack;
You brought upon this strife.
I strayed far too off the track,
Can scarcely handle my own life.
An ambush, no counterattack.
Pierced my heart with many a knife,
You killed me; I fade to black.
I will no longer be your strife.