Death (from Edward's POV)
Life drains from once bright eyes,
gasping breaths cut short,
Memories flashing by,
of hope, fate, and death.
As the soul leaves its vessel,
a wry smile shows,
relief floods the mind,
all stress, and pain now gone,
It's time to fall,
to give way,
your time is gone,
your fate has come.
Your hand turns cold,
it loses grip,
I can't believe,
that you are gone,
Please come back,
we have no choice,
We can't live alone,
without you, what will happen,
to our ruined lives?
We need you back,
we have no choice.