• Just now I heard a whisper.
    The heartless words of the traitor.
    I felt a shiver,
    crawling down my spine.
    A voice told me
    These words were mine.

    Do you know the feeling,
    when you realise
    you should not have listened.
    You push yourself,
    into the night.
    Lay yourself on the oaken floor.
    In a pool of Toscana wine.
    Watching the rain,
    blend with your blood.