The blood flow that sent you to a grave unknown. Has left me here alone.
The stale stench of yesterday heightens up the words that betray.
I miss you already, each second my pain goes on steady...if you could leave my thoughts already, I would have been left sane. But I bear to much pain. I cant feel your heart racing, I cant see the gleam in your eyes...the prize of the Wise would be giving up with out effort.
I remember the last time we kissed tasted like blood, we were both crying tears of a flood. I feel you lying in your grave, if you weren't so cold I would have someone to hold.
The trigger for a tear, is losing one so dear. And now the trigger is broken and I'm holding on to the unspoken as burdens of the world, as more anguish is unfurled.
The wind whispers words of the past reminding me of those screams-they were your last. I wish I was taken with you cause living with out you is something I cant do. Maybe it should have been me not you? This is a grave misunderstanding.
