I sat alone, that day,

The day you said you love me 

I pushed you away,

The room in my head, whet empty,

And cold, so cold that i fell to the ground

And felt a shattering sense of it being all a dream 

And then I woke up in cold buckets of sweat,

With a knife to hand and a floating body

Above mine. 

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A ghost above my body where i lay,

In bed with dolled up face, ready to be 

Sacrifice to the devil or to the god,

That chose that agonising death that 

let to tears and blood. 

And all I asked myself was:

Did I made it that way or was it all 

due  to that one mistake that made me 

feel love and compassion.