• I came, I saw,
    Crows go caw-caw,
    As I walk away,
    down the autumn road,
    brown leaves,
    crsip and new,
    gently sway,
    They are peeved,
    by you and me,
    I walked,
    I ran,
    to get away,
    Loud voices,
    shouting in my head,
    You need to leave,
    Trust us you'll pay,
    His message unread,
    He'll leave you for her,
    Does this concur,
    No,
    I don't believe it,
    I turn the other way,
    the voices scream louder,
    as I close my fate,
    This will be the date,
    He has the power,
    to make my day,
    but he also has,
    his special way,
    of killing me,
    leaving me to die,


    this is the date,
    This was my fate,
    the day I found myself,
    With a blood stained slate.