That morning, I forgot my body drowning on my lonely bed,
my soul roaming in circles
trying to find the light,
trying to find a way out.
But she never knew that she was destined to stay in my room forever.
I stayed in that room chained to that bed for 15 years.
Apparently it was not enough,
my body still hanging there, chained to his bloody bed
my soul crying for mercy,
and my killer smiling silently, 
moving his lips in slow motion.
It's not the end