Your Death

Your laughter,

Taunts my head,

From the last time I seen you in bed,

Bleeding and dead...

I had told you that I never wanted to hear your voice again,

After you crushed my heart,

And burned the pieces...

I thought your love was true,

I guess I fell for your charm.

So now,

I'm left alone,

To weep by your tomb-stone,

Day by day,

I dream about that day that I finally die...

"I'm coming, my love," I whisper.

Before I kill myself by yout stone,

That was once an empty hole.

My blood pours on your grave,

Hopefully one day,

I'll see you again.

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