Would you listen to my cry,
as I hold you
as you slowly die?

I cover my heart
in ****** and brutal
rose petals.

Wondering if it can cure my heart
so I don't find you in a grave
or hoping it will dull
the truth and the pain.

Hoping my heart's wound
can finally be healed,
just wish it's not too late.

Would you listen to my cry from above,
as my heart gives in from all the pain
that it's had to sustain?