By Trevor Miles

My heart it sighs for her tender embrace

Her hair a sea of glistening brown waves

Yet now she is gone frozen in her place

I sit and cry for her it does not save

I see the knife its blade of steel souless

The blade so sharp and cold it's cold as ice

I feel it's sting and see the bloody mess

It promises freedom that's its deadly vice

Now I sit in eternal dark forever

The pain I still feel multiplied threefold

My family crys and asks why with that knife

That damned knife the blade cuts skin so cold

I am in 'ell because of suicide

But now I sit with my love who had died