He tried to speak with his hand covered in blood
Gasping for air, for life
Screaming, tearing his own soul apart
Trying to understand, to survive
Because he wasn't a monster as everyone liked to say
"I am just misunderstood," he cried and grabbed his knife
With rage in his eyes and pain in his voice
His lover laying in the dark, with open eyes and tears on her lips
"I didn't kill her," he finally said and closed her eyes. "I saved her."
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