A figure approaches me
One light after another illuminating behind the figure
Finally able to see what I am laying on is concrete
I look to my left,
A woman with nothing left.
Statued in the middle of a descending line
Could this be how I met who is now mine?
Headlights of the wicked charging at her
My head impacted her leather
Tackling her away from death
Now sobbing in my arms
She has a tight grip on me as if she has done harm
Not able to speak,
I embrace her, even though I am weak
I raise my dead head,
Looking down the barrel of lead.
Suddenly, I wake in a bed.
The figure is still there.
The warm body is still there.
The silhouette of the street embraces me.
It's dark soul spreads around and it only could be
There is more that I need to see
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What I've Done For You (Part 1)
PoésieChester couldn't remember his life story after he learns that he is stuck in a train wreck. With the help from a fellow comrade, he slowly begins to remember the constant heart smashing things that have happened in his life and why he even ended up...
