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One drop of blood on my chest
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The Reformation 2005 (II) my fingers were drippin,
the blood flowing through the carpet underneath
my feet.
my eyes were blood shot,
my heart pulsating.
his body still warm on the bed.
the sheets no longer the sky blue color,
and his face has no smile.
I stood for the whole night,
not one blink of an eye.
The sirens first from a distance,
got closer and closer.
The door knocked down.
voices came from the front.
I coudn't hear anything except the beat of my heart.
I told him to stay away.
I told him he takes away my happiness.
He takes away my life.
He smiled at me and turned around.
He's not smiling anymore.
They pushed me to the ground.
They cuffed me and put me in the car.
the judge said I get life in jail.
I asked him for the penalty.
I told him I don't have anything left to live for.
He shook his head.
The next day they found me in jail cell.
No sign of forced suicide.
Only one tear on my cheeck.
And one drop of blood on my chest.
