• A crows call prices the night air of the cold graveyard
    A girl sits on a grave,a puddle of blood forming on the ground
    Death surrounds her
    So full of peace yet sorrow
    No end to her sadness
    No end to her missory
    No end to her heart break
    Only one way out
    but dare she take it
    once down that road
    there no turning back
    her loved one under her
    cold and lifeless
    tears trickle down her cheeks
    hands trembling
    she lays on top of where her loved one lays beneath the dirt
    she takes out her knife
    and looks at the bleeding cuts on her arm
    she whispers to herself "we must be together dead or alive"
    the girl jabs the knife threw her heart
    she lays there dead still
    her skin turning pale and cold
    her life darning away
    blood puddle forms in which she lays
    death surrounds her all around
    soon she will be with her loved one underground
    she finds her loved one in where death come to stay
    greeted by a loving kiss
    and a hug that lasts forever
    the to lovers will never leave anther
    not now
    not ever