Men in clean black suits,
With neatly tied bow-ties...
In July 2007 my bestfriend said goodbye,
She was taken by the angels up to the sky...
The suns bright rays fall upon your roses
cold to the touch, and cold to the troubled eye...
Keeping lies weaved like a spider web,
by next year he will most likely be dead...
When this began
I had no sense of truth...
Its late at night not being able to sleep
wondering "why can't i fall asleep"...
She lays on the soft ground,
nothing makes a sound...
She stands alone,
in a secluded area...
Quietly i patiently sit and i wait for you.
It's two in the morning. I move about the house...
Hush, hush
Quiet now, don't let Grim Reaper hear you...
A sunny summer morning,
A steamy August night...
A brief moment of darkness
was all that I knew...