You ripped the heart right out of me,
You were the very death of me.
I went into denile to make it through,
Because I would not be the death of you.

I ran into the ground,
It was salt in the wound,
I died inside in utter silence,
Took up a razor just to try this,

My heart stopped when I saw your eyes,
Could it be you or just a disguise?
I tore apart myself,
Until there was just nothing left.

You left a hole where my heart should be,
You ripped the world away from me,
I have to deal with this change,
Even though it feels so strange,
I write this in my bed,
Just to point out the fact that you're dead.

I want to dig a trench six by two,
I want to stop and bury you,
I want to spend time with what remains,
I want to bury you to save my rotting brains,
I just want closure,
Now that its all over.
I want to feel your heartbeat with my hand,
Oh the splendor would be grand,
Your body inspires inquisite,
Your life was exquisite.
Then there was your death,
It took away my breath.
But I have to leave the life I knew,
And take some lies for true,
I must leave you behind,
And clear you out of my mind.
I must cleanse my soul,
And take control,
And forget the light that was you,
But all I want is to hold you.