Your eyes burned into mines as if you knew an instant before what was to come and what must be done. That noise disturbs my sleep - notes of tragic destiny. The glow in your eyes, how they grew so wide. I knew then. You turned, you saw, you screamed, you wretched agony. It started. The horror! You placed your palm on the screen, bloodied. Your eyes, they bled things that never will be. I saw you suffer, then you died. Oh tragedy! The love the horror in your eyes burned into my mind. Your dying cries they echo "It must be done" ringing forever.
(But all I could feel is hate that you taught me love but forgot to program how much it could hurt; how vulnerable it leaves you)