It's the third time this week
that I've fallen in love,
but each time is special;
the kind that they write of.

Most times the pain is too much,
it's always ended abruptly.
I find it hard to go on
when the world takes lives so corruptly.

Everything here dies alone,
or at least that's what she said.
I guess it was proven true
when I was laying alone in bed.

So, when I feel I can't hold on,
these eyes are closed forevermore.
You'll see a note in chicken scratch,
"Meet me at the cellar door."