The tears he shed are crawling out the eye,
Make his planet seem as if the heart will somehow die.
Smiling abroad for the hapiness that sits unreal,
Each tear drop filled with dissapointment and disspair,
How can he now live without his love in the air?

The past he is reminded of with every step taken,
Her smile he longs, her touch he desires, for she will never be forgotten.
One more step and closer he becomes to the newest eternal bed she sleeps in.
Eyes shut, she lays, with pale cold skin. He glimpses at her lips, which were once his, the flashback begins.
Staring with eyes closed while re-living with remorse.

Ice cold her skin lays, the sun's warmth from his light hand touched her.
So close it seemed to be a nightmare. More than reality an attrocity.
The heart stops, his soul falls.
The room of opression, he's parished reviewong the obituary of his own, and the note left under her pillow the night she was taken.

The words unspoken, the chances wasted. Her sweet sixteen never seen.
Crouched on the ground heart in the basement, smiles taken hopelessly.
Now gone, "Glory," her name remains,
And "Defeat" his nickname.
Suffering the depressive stage of knowing he'll remain a lonesome soul.
Her smile only alive in his mind, dies with the knife's touch to the heart.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros