Days have gone by, months and years.
I still come by to your tombstone, with sweat and tears.
Drinking as i should, but it never was enough.
I should try a different method to put my mind in cuffs.

Why do i visit you, so many times a day.
Maybe because i like to keep my fear away.
In this sacred place, with no such thing as iniquity.
Your burial surely did not feel like serendipity.

I've consumed too much, as if I'd drown myself drinking.
But my mind can't help but say, that my sanity is only a thin string.
The more i come here, the more i lose it.
And yet the loss feels like a gain, or maybe i really am insane..

I see you right in front of me, we're inside our room.
Where we made love for so long, it never felt crude.
I watched you as you changed clothes, arranged what was ours. You loved to tidy things up, which is why i bought you so many flowers.

But it only felt like a flash to eyes, you were moving so fast.
I couldn't even say anything, to put your soul to rest.
I'm sure you can feel my guilt, my utter sorrow.
It is why I've become so dull, and incredibly hollow.

Days gone by, the things i saw kept getting worse.
Such a wild disturbance kept knocking on the doors.
As if ears had grown in the surrounding thick walls.
What would've i expected, if not her.
All distorted and unrecognisable, she stood and falls..

I pick her up just in time, my grip was ready.
I couldn't have left her fall, as she was fragile already.
My hands were soaked in blood, and yet she did not bleed, no open wounds or such. What a miracle indeed.
She was petrifying, but i still loved her, as the day i met her.

An eye was missing on her face, her lips were not longer moist, her skin was purple, with a lifeless stare.
She wanted us to dance, as a lover or a friend.
I held her tight, so she won't fall again.

She slowly turned into ash, the more she felt.
The pain and fear in me, drove her away.
I assume that she had felt, the sanity i regained.
We danced until she became nothing, but the sound of the wind.