Her scars, his end

It's so much when they stare at your scars

The ones that creep over your shoulder and run down your arms

Left by the long blades of someone who hurt you

On the night that you fled for your life in the dew

It was early and empty and the world sung goodbyes

Leaving you open for the person who cried

Your name he was calling out louder and clearer

With each step he made, he was drawing nearer

You wanted to scream and take refuge from the pain

But this violent man already knew your name

He sung it loudly while he searched through the brush

Until the knife slicing his throat made him hush