Dying

 I know you're not really there,
 But I can see you're face,
 Looking around,
 When I'm in a crowd,
 I see you're face,
 When I close my eyes,
 All I see is what you did,
 A poor pale boy, 
 Lay in a hospital bed,
 Dying,
 Dying because of you,
 He has bruises all over his face,
 And deep, open cuts,
 That just look so wrong,
 On an eight year old boy,
 Dying in a hospital bed,
 All because of you,
 I know you're not really there,
 But you will be soon,
 What do I do then?
 Run,
 Hide,
 Scream,
 That's all I can do,
 Because I know you Tony,
 I know you won't stop,
 Until I pay for what I did,
 You won't stop until I'm dead,
 But no matter how well I know that,
 It'll never quieten,
 That little part of me,
 That still loves you!