I run through the pouring rain outside, and search for my key, I find it and unlock the dark cherry door.

"Alice?"

We walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall...

"Jasper! I love you..."

"Alice?"

To find you in the bedroom, not breathing at all.

My angel was in the middle of the bedroom, clutching a knife in her left hand, with a knife to her right wrist, bleeding uncontrollably.

"Oh my God, ALICE! God no! No! Alice!" I sobbed, clutching her to me.

I picked up my angel after the shock wore off, I wasn't crying anymore, just numb.

I drug your body, to the cellar where we lay...

I pick her up and lay her in the dirt floor I've covered with a blanket, this is where we loved to sit alone.

I light a candle and settle next to her, laying her cold form in my arms.

The wax it melts away, I kiss your face...

Now we are starting to love you more, your body's on the canvas, I painted on the floor...

Now you...

I stare at my beautiful wife, cold and lifeless.

I take some of the vicodin I just picked up from the pharmacy, and open the bottle.

Wait, like the drug, like the change in the pain it goes on for so long.

And now, now it hurts in the worst way,

Now that your gone, its so wrong,

Its so wrong...

I lay the twenty white pills into my pale wife's hand.

If I could take you somewhere, I'd take you to the darkest place.

The candle burns out, it fades away.

Scatter you in art forms, and wired hearts.

I look at my angel, pale snowy skin, black hair flowing down to the middle of her back, beautiful full lips, and chocolate brown eyes.

Beauty in different ways, your hands on picture frames, your eyes on the glass, wear your face as a mask.

She was like a beautiful cherub, preserved in a painting.

Now they are starting to love you more,
a gallery of your beauty,
no charge at the door.

I leave my angel for a few minutes, getting her favorite outfit out of the closet, a black lace babydoll top and red skinny jeans with black peep toe pumps.

I gathered her favorite outfit that I owned, a simple icy gray t-shirt and faded blue jeans with checkered slip-on tennishoes.

I changed my clothes, grabbed a glass of water, and retreated to the cellar of our Victorian-era home.

I stripped my wife of her soiled clothes gently, not wanting to disturb her peace. And replaced them with her favorite outfit.

Now you wait like the drug, like the change
And the pain it goes on for so long
And now, now it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone
It's so wrong,
It's so wrong...

I gently cradle the beauty in my arms, the pills still in her hand. And weep, as I admire her beauty.

And down below,
Your veins run dry your vacant eyes,
I lost control.

I sob without hesitation now.

Your face is pale, your body's cold,
And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes,
I lost control.
Your face is pale, your body's cold.

My eyes run dry, no more tears, just the final breaths. I'm going to be with my angel now.

Wait, like the drug,

I gather the pills from my wife's petite hand, and place them in my own. Alice, sitting in my lap, I have pills in one hand, water in the other.

Like the change
And the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, now it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone.

Its so wrong.

I swallow the pills and wait.

I feel them starting to take effect, and lay down with my wife.

I place her in my arms, entwine my legs with hers, and gently kiss her angelic face as I drift off to peaceful death, my eyes closing gently, I draw in one last shaky breath.

Its so wrong...

There we are, all done. Watcha think? Review please, two of my favorite things, Escape The Fate and Twilight. Song? Cellar Door: Escape The Fate. :)