She looks into his eyes,
Into his soul,
Into the past she begins to wonder,
Thinking of all the good times they had,
And the bad times the ponders.

She laid down next to his cold, motionless body,
As despair gnaws ever so deeply on her soul,
Behind all the deseption and lies,
There is a hidden love.

She holds his hand,
And kisses his head,
As a tear slides down her cheek and onto the pillow,
She thinks as death as the equivelent of life,
As her mind wonders beyond a flowery meadow.

She laid her head on his chest,
As she reached over for a razor blade,
She placed the razor on her wrist,
As she said a short and sweet prayer.

Finaly, as the blood begins to spill, her dream comes true.

They were together untill death.