In death.

[a_bella_muerte]

When I walked in and saw you on the floor the ground slipped out from under me.
The blood was so red, so dark... and you were so beautiful.
Lying there in what looked like angels blood.
Your pretty pale face calm and smooth.
You looked as if you were smiling at me, telling me it was going to be alright.
But I know that it won't be alright. Not without you.
So here I sit, vodka and pills in my hand... and I'm thinking only of you.
Only death can unite us once again.
Even in death we will not part.
We will always be together.