Mistreated Soul

Revenge is mine,
You cut the vein,
feel the beats within Your chest,
now is time for Your feelings to be expressed.

Sun is shining, but You feel a cold,
the cold coming from behind,
tears came out, when hand touched Your arm
and then bolt passed trough Your mind.

Those thoughts You have,
murder in Your brain,
adrenalin overflowed in Your blood
and You took the knife in Your hand.

Beats are faster, hand is shaking,
You're falling on knees,
that body lying on floor,
now, ... there is a peace.

Suffered, by Your act,
it's worth it, isn't that?
Now, You're running trough this desolate field,
crying, for Your love You just killed.