kira

kira
she was a dancer
down at a nightclub
heart of the city

every night
he would wait for her
standing in the rain
on an unlit street corner

he was
a sheet-metal worker
he had just one dream
to give her a better life

one night
when he was working late
she had to walk home
step in the shadows...



a panel van
full of drunken youth
shone its bright headlights
drove along side her

she tried
tried hard to run away
she tripped on her high heels
and they were upon her…

with vengeance
in his cold steel eyes
and a smoking shotgun
six lives were ended

in a prison cell
he dreamed his life away
of standing in the rain
on that unlit street corner

now kira
hides in the corner
of her silent room
at the asylum