Loved to Death

Wandering lifelessly,
Souls grow cold.
Moonlight shines on a grave rotted in mold.
Clouds close in on a deep black sky,
As the souls speak of how they died.
"I died of a knife through my slow beating heart," one says.
"I died of a storm, ripping me apart," goes another.
"I died of a stale love gone old," replies another.
Confused and dazed the other two souls gaze.
"What do you mean, of a stale love gone cold?" they ask.
"A broken heart ripped, that love never last."
"To love so deep then have it taken away, in one heart beat, have it torn from your life...
My one mistake....
Not making her my wife."
"That's not possible, to die of lost love!" the souls argue.
"Love is life, life is love... You cannot live without neither." the soul replies, floats away into the mist...
"Do you believe that portrait of lies!?"
"Does love really kill, and end lives?"
The other soul awaits a reply...
"Well," the soul replies...
"This is truly, an unbearable way to die....Do not think me differently, do not think me insane, but To die so cruelly, and still fill the pain....yes, truly an unbearable way to die."