The Tragic Fall

Written when things were dull and growing old.

You are my life,

My soul, my strife,

My anguish and my love.

I breathe, I lie,

I give, and die,

On you, my pure white dove.

 

Give me a sign,

Should you be mine,

And end my suffering.

Show me you're there,

Prove that you care,

And keep my heart beating.

 

My heart is crossed,

But still she's lost,

She's stole my soul from me.

All that I've kept,

There's nothing left,

But dreadful certainty.

 

My room, my gun,

Now death has won,

My sad soul, it's crying.

For better days,

For other ways,

Without you, I'm dying.