I saw you standing behind a curtain of stars,
Will we know if the best is yet to come...

Quiet thoughts near this small bedroom light,
Hoping against hope this picture comes to life...

Scream... Heated words light up the room,
Again the hurt fills up our our senses...

The sun shines down on this perfect picture,
A simple snapshot of good times gone bye...

My eyes die out as the sun sets,
Fading lights and bloodshot eyes...

Thrown back down, thrown back in the ground,
Eternal sleep disrupted by words of madness...

My dear this is the end, what is left to be said?
We knew how this would end, me alive and you dead...

Death will be upon me soon,
It has been delayed for too long...