I'm lying here, on the road,
The pain is still here,
They've gone now
But the evidence is still there.
I can feel the blood running down my face
I look down, my shirt is stained
I put my hand to my face,
I touch the wound on my head
I bring my hand away
My hand is covered with blood,
My blood!
I can feel the gravel in my mouth
I can smell the fish and chip shop down the road,
When will someone find me.
I sense another presence
I look up, pain erupts in my head
A cloaked figure is standing there,
Its face is hidden under a hood
I feel a strange calmness wash over me
My eyelids close
My breathing stops
The figure bows his head then walks away
My life has flown
out of me
The darkness engulfs me
As my life slowly ebbs away'.
