Hi my name is Devon, I'm sorry I don't know your name.
And you don't know who I am, which really is a shame.
So let me tell you something about that guy I use to be.
Please take five minutes of your day to listen to my story.
I've always been a good guy and worked hard throughout my life.
A man of many morals and devoted to his
wife.
Her aura was incredible, like the heavens, it used to glow.
She was the light to shine the way on my path to be a hero.
But fate decided in its wisdom to throw us
tragedy.
Spirits from the underworld came and took my wife from me.
One summer night my wife went for a walk when it was dark.
There an evil man attacked her and killed her in the park.
And from that day my life has been so lonely and so cold.
I was just a broken heart, like a body with no
soul.
After I had said goodbye, I kept thinking at her grave.
What's the point in being a hero, when you have no power to save.
With nothing left to live for I spend all my time alone.
Avoiding friends and family ignoring the
telephone.
The negativity surrounding me is diminishing my health.
That's not the real issue- the truth is I just can't stand myself.
A shadow of my former self that guy used to
be.
So full of life, so full of hope, now wallow in self pity.
My wife was everything to me, she was my beating heart.
But what's the point in carrying on when I know I can't.
I blame the world around me for taking away my wife.
Not only did you kill her but you also took my
life.
Then going on this logic, and the fact I have already died.
Means that if I'm classed as dead, it can't be
suicide.
I would rather die I wonder the underworld for eternity.
Than spend one more second living in a world of misery.
To you this may be extreme, but try to
understand.
Why I go to find her and say goodbye to you...click
...Bang!
