Nether Land

Holding my hand out I stare 

Wondering if I die here, would anyone care

During those festival lights, the emotions flare 

Physically shaking, my hand bleeding bare. 

Now lay he, who once held all my love 

To kill or not to kill was clear push comes to shove 

Wonder what the last message spoken to that white dove 

Whilst the kettle behind me whistles on the stove. 

With a gasp I open my eyes 

To only hear my shattered cries 

To you who once was my very life 

To us who promised everything through strife.

What hurts more? The pain or the sorrow? 

Or the heart of yours that I have to borrow? 

Or the fact that I alone have to survive tomorrow? 

Why did you leave my frail arms to do this?

What is our love if only remnants of killings? 

The lone wind blows at my face, ah...how chilling. 

None of this horror or plight, thrilling. 

Travel you to the world unknown 

While tears of I, full blown 

You, who lied to my desperate cries 

Now here, with me as I die 

Together in the Nether Land

Side by side, in Hell we stand.