Go then
When I shall pass it will be her who will remain
her to bare your future skin. I see this picture.
It will not surely be my own hand that ends my light that flickers
But natures voice will not be heard on a pale and fragile hour.
don't shed many tears because the past is so soon forgotten
in order to resume life normalicy. Not one tear was shed
when she walked through the snow.I watched from the window.
She picked her up to drive into the night, it could have been our end.
The repercussions have yet to set in. I lost my body and blood.
You healed me, now you'll ail me more than ever, evermore.
My porceline doll, my love. My hope is drained. You leave me forlorn.
No death of a loved one could compare.