Under the willow

The boy you once knew is now gone.
Rotting away from dusk to dawn
Under the willow soaking in blood
But nobody knows, it blends in with the mud
Too his left lays a rugged cross
That marks his saddest loss
Six feet under lay the girl he loved
While she is under he lays six feet above
His parents come home wondering where hes at
But not thanking the worse thanking he will come back
The hours past, the cops are called, search is out but still no sign
Its been 8 hrs and nothing is to be herd but the mournful wines
Parents check his room one last time looking for a clue
When his mom seen the corner piece of paper out of the blue
It was dampened in red, dripping on the bed, under the pillow
It simply said Find me where I am to be buried, under the willow