I was once asked what motivates me more, being successful or fear?
What I just found out is that they both feel the same when the end is near.
Lying on my back thinking about how it wasn\'t supposed to end this way,
It was supposed to be a clean in and out, live to see another day.
Maybe the day has come for me to accept the fact that I\'ve run out of grace,
But then...... I thought about her face.....
I struggled to my feet knowing I had to get the job done.
Stumbled forward a few steps then I started to run,
And when I looked back and saw him flying out the door the fear I felt made me speed up even more.
But I lost him...
Back at the car blood leaking from my chest and my mouth.
My heart\'s crying for a doctor but I don\'t have time, I’ve go to get to the second house.
In and out of a daze,
Changing lanes and running red lights.
I never even noticed the other car get behind me and cut off the headlights.
When I arrived at the house the door was unlocked so I walked right in,
Not here to steal this time but I\'m creeping in again.
Tip toed up to the bed and gently peeled back the cover.
Regardless of how she feels she\'s my dream, my prayer, my lover.
I took the recently acquired arrow and slammed it through her spine again and again,
Until her body began to convulse and shake like she was having an earthquake within.
I left it in,
And walked over to a chair to have a seat,
Wasn\'t long before I started fading for my wounds were getting the best of me.
She stopped shaking,
I passed out,
Neither of us able to notice the man slide in and pull his stolen arrow back out....