I sit in my room, looking at the walls, white, empty, bare,
and I think about how it will look grate painted all in
black, with red spots of blood.
And my love sits next to me, looking upon the same walls,
thinking how great it will look covered with pictures of us
both.
So different from one another and yet so alike, shearing a
bed, and love, thinking of each other every other minute and
hoping that this will never end.

I stand on the roof of some 14 story high building looking
down, to a fall from life, from realty and human shape, how
I wish, how I wish I had the nerve and the guts just to jump
and leave this world behind, and my love grabs me and pulls
me away, saying that this is not the way, and I wish, I only
wish for once, that he didn't know where to find me when I
was down.

I look in my love's eyes and see nothing but tears, and I
wish to comfort him, but I can't, because I'm not next to
him, I'm now in a world all covered in black, with a dim
light of fire, and the faint smell of smoke, all tied up and
bleeding, in a place from wich there is no return.

And I scream for peace, my body aches, and I wish I could
just once for the last time, hold the hand of my love, his
gentle touch, his soft words whispering in my ears, but he
is now thousands of life times away, can't hear me cry,
can't hear my brake.

And in the darkness where I ache I suddenly hear his soft
words saying that all shell be alright, and I look to my
left, and there I see, my love's body, lifeless and cold,
with a hint of a smile on his face and love in his eyes.