My body writhes on the ground
The dagger is in my side
I did not see it coming
Nor did anyone hear my cry

The final tear is shed
Falls and mixes with the blood
To form a paint to illustrate
This morbid tale of love

A feeling so consuming
That it blinded me to all
And I did not see the dagger
That has brought about my fall

Now I lie still and cry no more
And close my eyes in bliss
For when I'm finally dead and gone
I won't remember this

My heart at last falls open
And with no regard for tact
It sings the song of its demise
And how it turned so black

The red herrings that it followed
And the lies that it believed
And how it never saw
How badly it had been decieved

It finished with a note
Of all the things it had pretended
And then, with nothing left to say
Into silence it descended

It awaited a reaction
And eventually it found
That throughout its musical tirade
No one had been around

So it rested on my body
Draped with some degree of shame
For it saw that its depression
Had only itself to be blamed

Stagnant tranquil silence settled
A thick pillow of clouds for a bed
So that passerby or lack thereof
Can see my heart and I are dead