As the winged serpents descended
And the smog filed death machine,
marched Towards their last breath
He grabbed her
Kissed her with everything he had left
And walked graciously onto the inevitable.
Something so permanent
an absolute truth of separation.
Couldn't change what he felt about her
The test of time made sure their love existed.
As she begged him not to go
Her memory started to fade
And all that was left, was a black and white photo of two strangers on the nightstand of the nursing home...

I know your home alone
And your crying on the phone
Your left with so much hurt
And I only see you in spirts
And it kills
It's shrill
But just imagine the thrill
The cold chill of the night
Don't hate me out of spite
I gotta do what I think is right
No longer can we fight
It takes all of my might
To stop that beast that's inside
The one you choose to hide
From the world you chose to help
But instead you indulge yourself
We both can't sink in this ship
And I'm just tired of your ****.

I miss the taps on my window pane
The feeling of being wanted kept me sane
But it's just the rain
Reminding me, the sound of your name

I miss the phone calls
The passing notes in the halls
How can the world be so small
When your not in it at all

From the arm wrestles to the cuddling
The first moment you caught me blushing
Once we started struggling
Heart break was when you started noticing

In the small corner of my mind
Resides a place where my memories lie
Inside that door
I stand cold and alone
Every memory is still as stone
I've made many attempts to escape
But depression starts to take shape
cherishing the happy thoughts like glass
Anything good never lasts
Close my eyes and begin to count sheep
Hopfuly these memories can go to sleep

Alone in his kindom he wept
Moon lit nights he barely slept
Pacing the halls he never dreamt
His bride, his queen an untimely death

Trapped in the kindom with a ghost
Madly looking at the ivory coast
Cruel intentions set into our host
The outcome of cancer Diagnosed

Her memory to others was jaded
Even the tombstone was faded
This wasn't the life he thought he created
Depression quickly invaded

Up at the castles tallest tower
was our kings final hour
Without his queen he had lost all power
The rope tightens quickly as the last tombstone reads "to my beloved wildflower".