Who would have thought
It would be the last kiss?
The phone hung silent
And the words spoken

Infected him like a disease
With a world turned upside down
He fell into the black night sky
The roses withered

With the sound of razors
Singing his farewell
He wrote her a song
My heart was yours, he said

And now his heart rested
In broken pieces in her hands
It was too late
The memories had faded

Into his open wounds
And not even her love song
Could whitewash the blood from the wall
Not even his love song

Could touch her heart
Only heartbeats pierced the silence
Paced to the thoughts of
Her smile in the sunshine

He lay peacefully on the tile floor
But not in peace
The sound of sirens
Turned into her steps

And as he saw her
The final tears fell
Because she was still just a dream