Its that time again, or so she fears,
She worries every day that this is the end...

On the day that would be his 20th birthday,
There is no celebration...

Its like an ever lasting love,
A romance that can always be rekindled...

The happiness he never had
The people they never could see...

*Before I start this is an old poem and it has...
So many nights I sit gazing at my blade...

So many nights she sits gazing at her blade,
Its been so long since we last connected...

I'm not one to believe,
To believe in many things...

You left us on that Friday night
Taking with you our hearts...

And to be in your arms
Is what will make my night perfect...

Could it be already the time?
The time that a year ago you said goodbye...

The silent screams,
A wicked cackle...

AS I SIT
I REALIZE THAT THIS IS IT...