There you lay, under that deep down ground;
Peace, tranquil, serene, was you not me.
You told me once, that death was beautiful,
it was life, it was everything.
You'd rather choose death over losing it,
because it, was simply death itself.
So I granted your wish, your desire,
and soon silence overtook you;
and I, in chaos.
I've lost the reason to live
when I lost you
because you've left not only me
but the world too.
And I knew the buried you
will never come back to life.
