She steals a quick glance,
at the reflection in the mirror.
It's broken, sad, lost and confused.
The hand on the clock,
ticks loudly,
motioning that death is getting nearer.
He looks at her sadly,
with a tear streaming down his face.
His own reflection is lost in a sea of his own lost hope.
He knows in his heart,
that death is getting nearer,
and she can never be replaced.
Hand in hand, they walk to the bed.
He places the rose in her hand,
as she closes her eyes.
Death comes to take her away,
why didn't they just understand.
She's finished with the pain,
the hate, and the lies.
She takes one last glance at her lover,
and kisses him goodbye.
