For some reason i have been going through a depressive state of mind, and
although i'd never even do something as suicide i felt it midly ironic
that i'd happen to write about one. Especially envolving love.

I carved your name into my heart,
And bled my love for you,
I placed the blade upon my breast
To prove what I’d go through,
A wound to show the pain I’d feel
if you would end our love,
The blood to drown my sorrows in
As my essence gets sent above,
I’d be your angel in the sky
And watch you while you sleep,
My love for you will forever stay
As I wait until we meet.

 
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