As Alive As Dead

No howling of the wind No chirping of insects Not even the ticking of the clock Just the humming sound of silence

Lightning struck and the sky thundered with anger The storm from my heart released and the heavens wept with me

Why would I play with your emotions and hurt you He asked As he sliced her heart Slowly

I fall into the dream Ignoring the reality Don't wake me up, I beg

Rosemonde is dead She breathed her last - Sadly Much like she breathed her entire life But if there was one thing that made her happy Was the thought of death Are you happy now, Rosemonde?