Three years from the day. I walk by myself...yet I'm not alone. Still you are with me, and I can't bury you. I still regret all the hate I screamed... This still haunts me. Yeah, and to this day, each night...I hear your voice. Your final words echo through my mind..."Finish me." I watched in horror as you lied there, staining the snow a crimson pain. With remorse I begged you to stay here, all the while you begged me to finish you. Each night I see your eyes, staring back at me from the frozen ground...And it freezes my heart. I can't replace anything I said...And I still wish I wouldn't have followed you. On that day I watched a part of me die. I held you until the threshold of that brand new dawn. The whole night my eyes moistened your golden hair...stained with scarlett from the words i said. As the sun rose up I found myself...holding to you for dear life. Just as perfect as I ever dreamed and my arms were stained with tears and blood. Now I awaketoday. Still holding in my mind after three years...And I still won't bury you.
