Watching from above, your too pale face lies
with your head against the ground, abandoned.
Alone. Blank, dead eyes face up towards the skies.
I long to reach out to where you landed,
for I don't know how much more hurt my soul
can take. Your love kept me strong, and when I
died, from you a precious treasure I stole.
Deep down I know you never meant to die,
but I can't help crying over your dead
body. Your lips are turning blue, and yet
I can still see us together in bed
sharing a quiet moment. I would bet
that we will be together again, but
from the mortal world, we both have been cut.