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Seeing your body on the floor, looking like you are slumbering.
On my knees shaking you to awake, not noticing the blood puddle growing.
A glint catches my eye drawing my attention to it.
Eyes glisten with tears now knowing what you were going to ask.
Pulling my hand away, to see it covered in blood.
My body going to shock, just now noticing your glaze eyes, knowing it is too late.
Awaken from the stupor from hearing foot steeps a coming.
Fearing it is the killer, I start to run. In my mind asking "Why? Why did this happen?"

Running through the woods, branches scratching my face, and rocks cutting my feet.
Ignoring the pain, just caring to get away from the killer and getting help, only to reach a cliff.
Watching the rocks tumble from the near death fall.
Turning around looking for an escape, only to see the chaser.
Realizing it is my best friend, relief courses through me.

"What are you doing here" I ask.
"To see if my sibling would go through with it." replied the friend.
"You knew" I said,
The friend replied, "Of course, Originally I Never knew my twin was with you.
But my sibling asked my help getting it.
I was disgusted when my twin said who it was for
and how one of my kin could have that kind of relationship.
In shock finally realizing what has happen. You kil-
The friend interrupts, "yes I did, and now it is your turn" and pulls out the weapon.

Taking a step back, only to fall down ,having forgotten about the cliff.
Seeing the friend face fill with disgust and hatred, I continue to fall.
Before I hit the rocks, all I think is "why?"
Why do people believe our love was wrong and forbidden?
Why do people stare at us or couple like us with disgust and hate?
Why should someone's gender, race or religion affect this matter?
Love is still Love. No matter who it is with!
Why won't people see that!!!

Blackness fall upon me. Peace envelops my body.
I am happy that I will be with my lover again and away from the people's stare,
but the tears still run down my face.
For I am sad that knowing what happen is just a statistic to those that were not involve.
Wondering why people will not do anything about this or other cases like this.

Description
Seeing your body on the floor, looking like you are slumbering.
On my knees shaking you to awake, not noticing the blood puddle growing.
A glint catches my eye drawing my attention to it.
Eyes glisten with tears now knowing what you were going to ask.
Pulling my hand away, to see it covered in blood.
My body going to shock, just now noticing your glaze eyes, knowing it is too late.
Awaken from the stupor from hearing foot steeps a coming.
Fearing it is the killer, I start to run. In my mind asking "Why? Why did this happen?"

Running through the woods, branches scratching my face, and rocks cutting my feet.
Ignoring the pain, just caring to get away from the killer and getting help, only to reach a cliff.
Watching the rocks tumble from the near death fall.
Turning around looking for an escape, only to see the chaser.
Realizing it is my best friend, relief courses through me.

"What are you doing here" I ask.
"To see if my sibling would go through with it." replied the friend.
"You knew" I said,
The friend replied, "Of course, Originally I Never knew my twin was with you.
But my sibling asked my help getting it.
I was disgusted when my twin said who it was for
and how one of my kin could have that kind of relationship.
In shock finally realizing what has happen. You kil-
The friend interrupts, "yes I did, and now it is your turn" and pulls out the weapon.

Taking a step back, only to fall down ,having forgotten about the cliff.
Seeing the friend face fill with disgust and hatred, I continue to fall.
Before I hit the rocks, all I think is "why?"
Why do people believe our love was wrong and forbidden?
Why do people stare at us or couple like us with disgust and hate?
Why should someone's gender, race or religion affect this matter?
Love is still Love. No matter who it is with!
Why won't people see that!!!

Blackness fall upon me. Peace envelops my body.
I am happy that I will be with my lover again and away from the people's stare,
but the tears still run down my face.
For I am sad that knowing what happen is just a statistic to those that were not involve.
Wondering why people will not do anything about this or other cases like this.