Chimneys smoking cigar
As the dusk perpetuates dawn
Thorps fusing in graveyard
As the ghosts visit haunts
Far in the distant lands
Stands a haunted bungalow
With the myths of royal clans
With grapewines and willows
Algae, lichens and mosses
Snakes poisoning the stuff
Rats feeding on corpses
Crying in the ink of blood
As the ghostly army of midnight
Babbles with a vexing parade
The chaos of tedious tramps
Blows ears like trumpets
In that grey grave
Glitters a gloomy groom
With his suitcase of nightmares
And curse dressed like a boon
As he steps long rambles
To unearth his mate
To add on tragedy and troubles
As he curses his fate
Love was his beginning
His aggression takes wings
As he cries with foxes
The gloomy groom has lent
His soul as it decays
Rats feeding on corpse
Accelerating lichens and moss
Five long years of waitin'
Reached a fearsome end
Villagers still cookin'
Lost someone never met
Bride faded
Love was his suffering
Ignorance was his victory
No chaos, no tramps
Not love nor trumpets
No hatred no disturbance ..

If I could paint my emotions
On your harsh heart
I'd have pretty done
But I was not an artist
And that was the problem
If I could sprinkle you
With my glistening tears
I'd have pretty pursued
But I was not a gardener
And that was the problem
Since the fork of our ways
Left us unrecognized
And trodded the traces
Leaving us impoverished
I'd done a bit of training
To hide my sufferings
I've been digging weeds out
And portraying your frown...

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.