Droplets of rain stain her eyes
Dripping blood-trails on her thighs
Thunder shakes her only ground
She is never 'safe and sound'
Demons laugh as her hot tears
Ink her skin , and all she hears
Is your voice stuck in her head,
She wished she had died instead
Black roses left on your grave
Your life she could never save
She digs her own grave right now
So she'd be with you somehow
She was buried in her tomb
She wanted to follow you
Now on her grave stone we see carved
'Sometimes hearts can also starve '
