[ Hoc non multum est anxietas de
semper dolet videre colorem stellarum
et de amore perdito cogito;
hoc sterilem noctem. ]

bloodstreams mixing with pure  rainwater,
kisses haunt the house with wilted roses,
two lovers made it whole and bloom,
now one lost in the tragedy of love.

sprinkling water and love run underfoot,
too much history between it to overcome,
red and blue markings at the crime scene,
the bare soul that swings with no heart.

His heart died with her,
brace yourself,
if you see the masked man,
could you give him a hug?

It was a bond he needed,
a bond that was written to break,
he wonders if he's gone or can't just see,
that she left him and met with death.

he feels broken at the angel's foot,
their smiles haunt him,
giggles and cleaning wounds,
at the foot of her grave, his heart lies.

 I DID NOT JUST DO THIS OMG 

this is Pete after Gwen's death by the way

also don't translate Latin it's messed up I didn't know what to write