Dark, dingy and black
She ran threw, not looking
She knew she was being followed
She could not die.
She would not die.
Red, bright and bloody
It ran threw the sheets.
We did not know what to do
Our hero lied there, dying
Dead.
Bright, light and white
A vist from our angel
She is our hero.
Floating down from above
We looked up at her,
She ran a knife threw each of our hearts.
Dead we are.
Just like her.
