There he is

Lying in the roses

Like delicate bone china

His skin is so pale

Ever since that day

When I pulled the trigger

I didn't want to do it

It wasn't my intention to kill him

Now my love rests

His eyes are no longer like the ocean 

Instead like a black abyss

I want to be with him

But sadly I cannot

I hold a gun to my head

Tears come out of my eyes

The last thing I hear as I hold your hand

Is a gunshot

The last thing I ever remembered

Darkness