Rachel came to me, I crossed the street, ran to a storenShe blocked the door and said that I should listennRachel hunt me down with golden tears worth dying fornHer prose was sweet, the content nearly hit mennShe said: I’m an angel and I fell in love with younNow Gabriel demands a mortal penancenHe’ll make me walk with cut off feet the stairway down to HellnPlease redeem me, will you softly kill me…nOr thrill mennIt’s not my fault you fell with me in the first placenSo why do you have to involve menI’m just a lonesome guy for who love is not a magic keynAs I spoke I was addressing an old LadynnShe snapped: You block the doorway boy, where is your courtesynBoys like you they don’t have manners anymorenHer tiny shaky dog got trapped between my feetnAnd I felt paralysed and guilty…nFilthynnSo the next morning, I saw a flash on NEWS TODAYnThey’ve found a corpse with cut-off feet along the waynNo identification, they take her to be age 25nNo explanation for a ten-mile-long trace of bloodmarksnnI haven’t been dreamingnShe appeared unto menI could have saved hernIf only I could have been a killernnI should have been a killern