How macabre she looks standing before me
Staggering  down the hall towards me
Eyes bulged with compassion
For what she sees as a beatific deed
In stance to strike me down
And leave me to bleed
In comparison to the past
Then, she was much more sweet
Wearing an eternal smile upon her visage where ever she paraded
But oh, how deeply she glares through my soul
She froze my heart
With this sudden change
My body became stone
When she raised her axe
My breath was stilled
I must not let her go
She is not whom she was
Months ago

Watching her walk away
Burst my heart into shards of glass
Sprayed across the floor
I don't know who she is anymore
But there is one thing I know for sure
For if I am to die on this floor
I will not die alone
In my pocket lies "Rosaline"
The finest gun my grandfather bestowed upon me
In a split second she's down on the floor
Staring back at me
In absolute horror
Seeing her suffer slowly before me
I still do not abhor
Watching her bleed now
I love her even more
The time we've spent together
I've so adored
I do not know whom she is anymore
But if she is to die
She will not die alone.