This Is What I Call A Tragedy

Down by the gravestones as soft,
Autumnal leaves die at,
My feet, As withered and hopeless,
As I am now, my sweet

I, down with the sickness and you,
Down in the ground, two souls,
Lost and broken, to never again,
Be found

"You were never there for me,"
Were the last words he ever said,
With his finger on the trigger,
And the gun poised to his head

I feel it now, silenty,
Devouring me, and one day,
I'll breathe no more. The cancer,
Will have won, but for now, I pay.

To reach and touch your grave-earth,
Your coffin breaking through,
I know it won't be long now,
Until I am down there too.

And with you, my friend,
My advisor, my dear,
And without your soft kind words to me,
The way forth is scarcely clear.

So now I lie stretched,
Upon where you now surely sleep,
And with my heart now broken,
For only you I weep

A final touch, A final,
Tear, a final heartfelt sigh,
I simply throw my head up,
And watch the clouds go by.

"I was always there for you,"
Were the last words I ever said,
With my finger on the trigger,
And the gun poised to my head