"our plans...my plans" seemed to be the only words my dying soul could utter
Pummeled down to a pipe, my efforts to move my fingers remind me of how my body has become paralyzed
My attacker had made it look like an accident.
DO NOT ENTER! FOR THIS IS A CRIME SCENE.

Inside a courtroom...
Witnesses are called to the stand- one has to admire the confidence in their testimonials
Iam familiar with some of the faces here... what is this? What had happened to me?
My soul is tortured by the court proceedings, as my cry for justice lies on people i hardly even know.
"Case no.2;Hit and run; in progress"

Iam then disturbed by the noise coming through the small court windows,
I recognize these sounds- it's the sounds of the city traffic
It's the law-abiding citezen being bullied by the ruthless drivers who claim supremacy on the roads.
Drivers of this city do not follow the two-way road rule- and that is why the high rate of avoidable accidents.
My mind quickly reacts to the law enforcement and medical sirens, this im certain is another stat of accidents.

"The defense calls it's last witness, the accused"
My heart dies for a minute, now my mind starts to welcome unwelcomed visitors
They claim to have lived before my berlin wall collapse
To a time i blindly tripped while running after my female friend and broke upper body parts-
The scars now begin to claim territory, there's blood flowing all around the courtroom at this moment.
How do i begin to accept that my perpetrator was my lover?
DO NOT ENTER! FOR THIS IS A CRIME SCENE.