Alone and frightened to her wit's end
Broken she lays upon the wooden floor...

I feel the emptiness in which your presence had...
Where we displayed for all to witness jealously...

I sat on that old black leather couch, alone,
My fingers absently playing with that velvet box...

Sacrificial beauty caresses my lips
Every inch and crevice a treat...

The ripples on the water grow larger
With each fallen leaf's touch...

Strong hands support a trembling body,
Fingers lightly caressing cheeks and gently...

As the light begins to fade,
As the curtains start to close...

Breathe slow,
Cup her face...

Do you promise to love all of me,
Can you handle it all...

Hear a soul's whisper
floating through the trees...

The queen sits upon her throne of hearts
Red and black mixing caustically...

To love Death would be the simplest task,
For I would give anything to break from my past...