Ours

This is our tattered world
Where we wanted to grow old
Holding hands
Until we were dead and cold

This is our little house
On the edge of loneliness
With such a view
Of the fiery abyss

This is our wedding
With everyone dressed in black
The red roses wilt and bleed
Now we cant ever look back

This is our happiness
Staring at each others pictures
As we sit here and cry
In our cold dark worlds