On those branches that rot;
The wind breathes not fresh
But the wiff of death.
The same gust knocked on my door,
Has now blown it down
And taken everything that lived in it's path.
Now all that is left
Is the hole in my heart,
The ache in my chest,
Death has taken everyone
But death has sadly forgotten me.
Death left me standing in a bare black room
With nothing to my name but love,
Love that i have no one left to give.