Tragic Love - 09/07/01

I invented my own religion.
Pure, and born out of love.
I cared not where my soul would go once dead
Or how the world came into creation.
I had only meaning
And that's all I needed.
My purpose was to adore you.

In hindsight it was obvious.
You loathed the pedestal I had put you upon.
Hiding behind a false smile,
Your feelings buried.
Suffering alone in silence.
You should have let me know.
I would have let you go.

But you're lost to us forever.
The pain pushed you too far.
I found you in a pool of blood.
Your skin was so pale,
Eyes without life,
Hands stained crimson,
And next to you, the knife.

I sit next to your grave now.
This is my final good bye.
I'll bother you not in your endless rest.
But as the sun sets over the horizon,
Your voice echoes through the trees.
The haunting whisper of forgiveness.
A ghost of a love I once knew.