You were the night sky; never-ending, full of stars that I placed my dreams upon. You’re hands are the hands of one holding a gun; steady, prepared to hurt.

Am I Icarus? It seems I’ve flown too close to the sun. I’ve been shriveled and reduced to dust. You are the grim reaper, you’ve brought death to my door. As I am prey, beaten and bleeding, you are the predator. You’re an animal who knows nothing of mercy and pity.

I am a patient calling for a doctor. The empty hospital halls, which symbolize my world, echo my own voice back to me. I am now nothing but a victim, telling the cops my situation. You are the robber, but you took much more than money or belongings. You are nothing but the bandit that steals. Don’t put to waste the heart you have stolen.