As I dance in my room, corpse in my hands,
The difference between us, is far apart from where he stands,
The dark shadows laughing at us,
But we do not make a sound,
We do not dare start to fuss.
My mind in a rush, His heart.. not there.
His eyes, black.. he doesn't seem to care,
Just an empty hollow, therefore it will be him..
I choose to follow.
He grabs my hands, then disappears,
Like he has, for so many years.
He's behind me, I hope that he will see,
That this absurd love, wasn't meant to be.
But in my heart, his memory I will keep.
As he lies in his grave, forever he will sleep.