You looked so calm on the cold ground.
The blue eyes were closed.
Your sweet smile was gone, forever.
The person I saw was not the same.
The dead body was not the person I knew.
You fool, you didn’t want it!
Death was not your thing, now it took you away.
I touched for the last time your skin, so cold.
This was my time, the time for you and me.
I told you that nothing could seperate us.
And that still counts.
Maybe not the same way as you, sorry.
Bu the same feeling will be there.
Let my blood be free, for it will be useless.
It won’t flow when my body is queit.
I saw in the cold air my breathe, goodbye.
The sharp thing in my shaking hand did his job.
There it was, red coloured blood.
The dark night looked darker and the stars faded.
With my last strength I grabbed something.
I gasped for air, please stop this, please.
I didn’t want it anymore, I wanted air.
To fill my lungs again, to breathe that life.
I felt empty and couldn’t fight anymore.
It was to late, my body gave up.
The last thing I grabbed was a soft hand.
*dit gaat ook niet over mij*