Why has this been brought upon me?
This everlasting torment.
What have I done,
What have I done?
All is lost-
He lies dead
by my hands.
I am so tired-
Cannot I rest now?
A whispered voice,
"Close your eyes,
Breathe you softly."
Dropping,
Sighing,
So soft this bed
of flowers
of broken glass.
Wrapped around me
A final kiss,
and
now
the
world
fades...