My heart has stopped.
He made a wound.
Slicing through
I'm in my tomb,
Just waiting for death.
I don't want to live.
This heart splitting pain,
Has caused a suiside.
Living on for days,
In this frail light.
Barely enough oxygen,
To last through the night
But still, I breathe in,
Into these once joyous lungs.
Torturing, Tormenting.
Because this is my last breath.
& all I have to say is,
My heart has stopped
He made this wound.
And now I am gone.
I surrendered to his pain
And let it overcome once again.
Now there lay a tomb stone.
With my name across the top.
I gave the ultimate sacrifice
I proved to you...
That I couldn't live without you.
Just like I said I couldn't.
