Ink On Paper

White, tainted paper
As I write my words in blood
"He knew he couldn't save her,
dead, where she stood"

The moon shining through my window
as I write the words of sorrow
"He cried at her corpse;
she would never see tomorrow"

The sun is rising high
as I write the words of hope
"Startled he heard her sigh
as her dead eyes opened again"