As shattering as the sound of my heart breaking

Crushed beneath the weight of reality's cool breath

Words were weilded as sharp and true

As the blade 'cross the wrists of death

Icecycles hang heavy in the hallows of my brain

While blood drains trickling thru the iron grate

The words echo and reverberate

It all is gone..too far...too late

For I have been found...Not worth the wait

Sad lies the epitaph in that 'Sweet Goodnight'

He loved her well....But gave up the fight!