Murdered By His Love

Lying there in a pool of blood
with a slash across my cheek.
Handprint marks around my neck
and a pulse that’s cold and weak.

Every breath I try to take
gets harder than the last.
I really truly loved him
he’s now part of my past.

Lying there naked in the dark
all alone and on my own.
Blood streams down my neck
whenever I start to moan.

The pain is more than awful
from my head down to my toes.
There’s no one around to help me
And he’s cut off all the phones.

My pulse is slow and weak now
my body’s starting to shake.
Unsure if I will make it
or if I’ll even wake.

Death is knocking on my door
and is trying to get in.
My life just flashed before me
It’s a battle I cannot win.

My world is awfully silent now
he did what he came to do.
Murder in the First Degree
is a death I didn’t choose.