• Upon a stone bench near the nave
    Sits a lost soul wishing for the grave

    Ever since her death drove them apart
    With him, he carries a bleeding heart

    She was his world, his reason to stay alive
    Now he no longer wishes to put up a strive

    He can no longer take the replay in his mind
    Of what he came home to find

    None other than a pool of crimson red
    Which lay his world gone and dead

    There she lay in the light of the moon
    Never did he think to loose her so soon

    The knife cast aside to the floor
    That had helped her become nevermore

    Suicide it was indeed a fact
    Alas there was no note in tact

    To the ground he fell weeping with sorrow
    Knowing she would not be there tomorrow

    Only to see her tombstone with her story
    To watch it fade and to hoary

    From that day on he became hollow
    And knew this wasn’t the path he was meant to follow

    He was meant to be with her even in death
    To see his world again, he decides to give up his last breath

    On her tombstone he lays a rose on the grave
    And vows to be the next to be placed by the nave…