What could be sadder than a forgotten existence?
I held your head close to my chest, by my beating heart.
As the tears continued to stream down my face,
I screamed to the heavens, wailed hysterical.
Too soon, I say. Much too soon.
What could be sadder than an experience unfulfilled?
Nipped too early, ours was love never to bloom.
I glanced a look at your usually vibrant face.
Gone are your gleaming eyes, replaced by an empty barren gaze.
Lost! Your blonde hair turned auburn, caked by your own blood.
What could be sadder than a loved one lost?
Bathe in your blood that warms me from the cold spring air,
I whisper into your ear that will never hear:
I love you, I'm sorry, I love you
I'm sorry, but life without you is a life not worth living.
What could be sadder than a man who has lost everything?
As I feel the light drops of rain from the night sky wash the blood away,
I take the revolver lying beside you and point it to my head.
I wrap a finger around the trigger and BOOM!
Darkness. What could be sadder?