I shattered my own soul

Black rose

I am dying next week he says

I asked how do you know?

What disease?

He said I am surely dying next week

So go pick out black flowers he said

I didn't know

The ache would grow

While I left the black rose 

and my heart on the stone

Grave plaque white

Tears are red

I wish I could remember what he told me she said

Mother in black

Singing a hymn

Probably mad about the emotion I lack

I won't be sorry I can't cry on a whim

Can't she see the position I'm in?

If I were close

I would have loved

To give you a hug before your blood all froze

And if you are far

Which might be the truth

Can I be where you are? 

So if you leave may I follow you too

Six feet under in a pine box we go 

Silence so deep

What a dream it is

Not to hear the mourners 

Or our memory who lives

No sense of guilt 

No sense of self

I don't know which is worse 

Should a competition be held? 

Angel in white

Emotions in stone 

Crying no tears 

Are we done? 

Should we hope?

Should we fear?

A big thanks to @_ash_es who helped me when I got stuck on one part!!