While she was dying
You deserve better than this.
My last words to her.
My conclusion to our coexistence.
Why would you suffer here,
Why would you suffer
Let me make it easier,
This will only sting a bit.
Why did you have to suffer
And she did not refuse.
I watched her throat,
Paint the floor red.
Always wanted to,
Look into her eyes,
While she was dying.
Is it wrong to bleed tears of joy in this moment
I felt her heartbeat slow down and her soul descend to hell.
Started digging,
Her resting place,
With my bare hands,
Made a perfect burial,
Just for you,
Made a grave for two.
Let me make it,
Easier for you.
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