Victims of a down
Nightfall on the deserted New York streets,
A place where a collision of life and death meets
Behind the dark alley,
A cry is heard
But no-one did hear it,
No human, not even a bird
The clock is ticking midnight,
Its cold and its wet
A shadow of fallen lovers,
A dying image you cannot forget
The cold floor is stained in red,
A puddle of blood where she lies
Her entire life
Is passing before her eyes,
She gains consciousness,
A single unshed tear
She cant feel anything,
The numbing pain and fear
Next to her bloody body,
Her lover silently looks at the stars
His wounds and torn scars
Yearn for the touch of rain
His eyes are clos
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