Dear Belladonna,
I want to write a song for you/ For when your days are blue/ They should only be etched with the brightest of gold/ As I allowed myself to unfold
In the darkest cavern of the night/ I lay myself down/ I lost the fight/ Covered in blood that is a rusted brown/ Your cold hands will hold the crown
I cannot write a song for you/ The tears that fall are much too true/ Your ears will hear no more of their lies/ Within your eyes it is my sunrise
My Belladonna/ Whom I want to hold/ But I cannot now that your body is cold
You were my savior/ You were my heart/ But you are not here now/ Thanks to my falling apart
All I hear are screams/ They whisper things within my dreams/ The emptiness is too much to bear/ I can't believe I left you alone up there
I reach out now/ Not for the crowd/ But for the love that kept me awake/ Every single thing I did/ Was all for your sake
I want to write a song for you/ So that you may know/ I really loved you
But I don't deserve it.
-Hael
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Dear Belladonna
Short StoryDear Belladonna, I don't know why it happened then. I don't know why it is still happening now. It is as if I am reliving the final moment, again and again, locked away here. -Hael
