One year has passed.
The melody of death i now can hear.
I wish there were another way,but the sun is extingished and you have relinquished all the thoughts and memories of the short time we were allowed together.
These suicidal tendencies wont cease. This note nestled to my chest will keep you restless. Believe me when I say that deaths cold boney fingers brought upon me by myself are better than the life I left. Death softly caresses my cheek and tells me that this is the right dicision. Lonleyness greats me at the gates of hell like an old friend that never left my side.
So long, I'll see you there, while both are engulfed in flames we shall tell this story of our endless pain.