Ending
Once stood a boy with charcoal hair.
His eyes were white,
With black despair.
His hate was sorrow,
For his dying love.
And from his thin, knife-cut lips,
Came a foreign mourning song.
So came the day a miracle happened;
When the world turned bright,
And souls were blackened.
Outsiders watched with hearts aflame,
And they knew he'd never be the same.
With the pain of his love left burned in his mind,
He finally said his final goodbye.
And so comes the end of this mournful tale.
Of love,
Of loss,
Of lies,
And betrayal.
So now we watch as the curtain falls,
As the credits roll and blind us all.
I'll miss you my darling not-a-friend.
We'll part ways,
But this is not the end.
End