We laughed and held each other in the beautiful moonlight,
only our voices filling up the the grace of the night.
I never knew the horror that would appear the next day,
never knew the pain or the sadness that finally took you away.
I loved you so much it had always made me want to cry.
But the only hurt that made me sick was when he told me you had died.
You never had told me that you had hated the living,
but I never really showed what life could be giving.
You and me used to smile through the times that seemed so bad,
we loved the shadow's and all that we may have had.
But you blinded me with your laughs and said it was okay,
never telling me what you wanted that very fateful day...
I woke up and found you in a crimson river,
the cold air of your death making me shiver.
The razor next to your wrist that took your life,
the one and only thing that took away your strife.
I keep remembering that night of your unholy death,
it still fills my soul with the stench of the most paining regret.
I had always loved you, why did you die?
You never even told me your final good-bye.
I still wish to have you in my arms, your smell that I loved.
But the truth hurts the most, the truth that your life is held above.
I hope the angels treat you well, I know that you are okay,
but if I could have another wish, it would be that you had stayed....
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