He sits in the darkness, lost in his thoughts,
Outside he hears someone yelling, followed by gunshots.
The path his life has taken, is one less taken then most,
He walks in the shadows, and it practically a ghost.
Since the death of his loved one, the love of his life,
His one and only reason to be, and that was his wife.
It was a disaster, she fell off a cliff,
Now his eyes are welding, so he pulls out his hand kerchief.
She was so young, and carrying his son,
As he dreams of his unborn baby, staring and his gun.
He picks up the gun, and puts it to his head,
Pulls the trigger, and now he too, is dead.
The next day the police discover his dead body,
With the misconception it was murder, then realizing his mind was shoddy.
Then they found the note, written on his skin,
"I'm dead to you, but I'm with my family again."
