I didn't hear
Your piercing scream this night;
I've never healed,
You've never learned to die.

Your skin is cold...
You met the wind of death;
You were my girl,
You wore a wedding dress...

I hold your hand,
And life forsakes your corpse.
I love you, dead...
I love your blighted rose...

You, you, you're my dead girl;
Your beauty won't save this cruel world.
You, you, you were so brave,
But now I dig your silent grave...
 
I was too late
To save you from your life;
You chose your fate;
And now I cry, deprived...

You sleep so sweet,
My lovely lifeless girl...
My grief's too deep...
I kiss your dead gold curls.