Solitary Men With Hallow Hearts

I do believe I've cleaned my sins
My soul is of the purest white
But when I sleep I feel the heat rise
One more nail to save another life.

I do believe I'm going to heaven
My heart is filled with love
But when you whisper such deep secrets
One more nail to damn my soul

I do believe I've killed a man
My hands are stained red with blood
But it was for the best, he won't be missed
One more nail to keep me quiet.

Tears ran rapidly down Ville's face as he fled into the street. His heart was pounding so loud in his ears he thought the ringing alone would make his eardrums burst. As he ran he could hear Jonne and his minions gaining on him. He wasn't counting on it being so cold already, but he didn't care. His mind was in pieces, trying to make sense of what he just saw and why he was running.

"So…the little slut thought he'd go home?" Jonne sneered, sending a hard kick to Mige's chest, the cracking sound and loud moan told of several broken ribs.. Two men pulled his limp form off the floor and Jonne began punching him brutally.
Ville couldn't take the sound of his friend's cries anymore and opened his eyes, only to gasp in horror a how badly Mige was being beaten. Feeling a deep hatred and rage, he jumped on Jonne and pulled his blond hair so hard it ripped from the roots. He screamed and the two men dropped Mige, who'd passed out, and tried to pry Ville anyway from his pimp and tormenter. After a few moments of struggling they had Ville pinned. Jonne got up slowly and wiped blood from his nose and mouth on his white coat shelve.
"Bitch!" He kicked Ville in the side and pain shot though his body. "Hold him down tight boys, I've got to teach him a lesson." Ville's eyes grew wide the moment he saw Jonne pull out a sliver letter opener that he knew all too well. Grinning evilly, he walked over to Mige's body and lifted his head, he pressed the blade to his throat and Ville screamed…

He'd blacked out after that and ran. He was close to downtown, they wouldn’t dare touch him there. Too many people around. He cut though an alley way only to freeze at the sight of a homeless person padding down a unconscious man. Frowning he charged forward pushing the homeless person away.
"Leave him alone he needs help!" The person ran away and Ville sighed. Looking down at the man, he checked his pulse and felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was alive, thank god. Ville looked around for any people, and found that no one was in sight. He bent down and pulled him over his shoulder, then noticed he was laying on a large black bag. He wrapped it around his other arm and started walking towards down town, hoping the man had money on him for a cab ride.