A million times, I've bled out crying.
Wondering why he had to leave my life.
A million times, I've sat there contemplating.
Contemplating if life was worth living without him.
A million times, I've broken down crying.
Just for the pure fact he wasn't here.
A million times, I've had this same dream.
And woken up with him right by my side.
A million times, I've thought it was real.
And thanked God it wasn't.
He died in front of me. The breeze blowing softly, barely touching his soft skin and his silky hair.
The weapon in front of my feet, while I streamed tears down my face.
Why did it happen, why did he have to leave.
Was the thing controlled? What controlled it?
Then I realized that thing wasn't just after him.
It was after me as well.
I realized this a bit too late. The blood was already on my hands.
I plunged the cold knife into my warm blood and waited for the eternal rush of pain, but it never came.
I was dying. I killed and now I'm dying. At least I'm dying with him.
A million times, I've bled out crying.
Wondering why he had to leave my life.
A million times, I've sat there contemplating.
Contemplating if life was worth living without him.
A million times, I've broken down crying.
Just for the pure fact he wasn't here.
A million times, I've had this same dream.
And woken up with him right by my side.
But of course, this was just another one of those
million times. /x/
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