in the graveyard of lost souls I stood searching for your body,
for the devil sent me here and told me I can have anything I could carry.
I mustered up all the pain of losing you, and with a deafening scream I called out your name.
and my heart sunk as I heard your response.. a low inarticulate murmur.
//your face was ghastly pale, and your lips held the essence of death itself.//
I clutched to your stiff body and tried to lift you up,
but you were weighed down by pain inflicted on your soul.
my arms were shaking, and my legs could not hold me up any longer,
with a light thud, your sickly thin figure hit the soil.
I could not save you.
