I spy with my little eye...

I spy with my little eye,

A really handsome, handsome guy.

Poor thing doesn't know it yet,

But, well, he's probably about to forget...

I spy with my little eye,

His scared face, wondering "Why?".

From where I stand I can clearly see,

That he's, now, staring right back at me.

I spy with my little eye,

The tears he begins to cry,

As he finds out that his destiny,

Is the same as it was for me.

I spy with my little eye,

The thick blood on his black tie.

His head being picked up from the floor,

And placed on the table, right next to the door.

I spy with my little eye,

That man's eyes, blue as the sky,

Turning totally pale and lifeless,

In this dark room of madness.

So I close my eyes and go back to sleep,

Wishing for the next head that I'll meet,

May be another one that, just like me,

Unfortunatly, is still able to see...