• your face is pale
    your cheeks are cold
    i wont accept it
    you are dead
    i hold you for warmth but your blood runs cold
    i try to cry but the tears wont come
    untill finaly the tears run crimson
    i turn and see the gun
    the gun still smoking
    the gun being held by a man whom you know as your brother
    he fires
    i fall into that place known as hell
    i watch the fire as it expresses its will to take me
    i do not care
    before it hits me, i wake up
    wake to find your corpse in my arms
    wake to find a bullet in my heart
    i may be alive but my soul is with yours
    again the crimson tears fill my eyes
    i walk away
    never to love again