I look up to the sky to see dark clouds.
I guess it goes perfect with my black clothes.
Seeing each other can’t happen right now.
You’re buried in the ground beneath my toes.

We were supposed to be husband and wife,

The only thing left to say was “I do”.

Why did he use your chest to sheath a knife?
So now I will have to live without you.

This was the first time that I was a groom,
But now, marriage is something I hate.
The only obstacle now is my gloom,
Now I have small cuts on my arms to make.

They say that Death can only do us part,
But this cannot be, so I stabbed my heart.