The winds of the 14th whispered " Aquarius will start"
My hand wasn't strong enough to hold yours
Euthanasia, after your life fell apart
Into a black hole
In my grieving heart
Friendship ended without a goodbye
Living; for you, was unbearable
I tried to wish away the thunder from the sky
But the rain poured down from Heaven
And washed away your cries
Scarlett is the color of blood
Yours was liquid gold
In a never ending stream of red mud
Coating your hair and fingers
Your were so hurt and wounded in the flood
And February came so cold
Now I'm alone in the snow
Tears froze on my cheeks as the clouds rolled
My apocalypse of life is now beginning
So mercilessly short was yours when sold
Till death, side by side we would stay
Parted, our paths are new our own journeys
Done my lone sciamachy pray
I place the sword on your grave
Always an ethereal vision on Valentines Day.
