As the snow drifts upon the hills
As the hills turn to green
As the sun shines into your room
I have not forgotten
Our room
Our hills
Our window
As the halls fall silent
As the shadows drift between the doors
As the sunset turns to twilight
As the candles shine alone
I have not forgotten
Our halls
Our sunsets
Our candles
As the silence hangs heavy
As the silk clings wet to your body
As the wind blows through your window
As the mood turns black
I have not forgotten
Our silence
Our wind
Our mood
As the ground beckons urgently
As the noose slithers upon your skin
As the knife glistens like glass
As the world breathes a sigh
I have not forgotten
Our noose
Our knife
Our world
As the stone heart cracks
As the iron resolve rusts
As the instrument is dropped
As the promise is screamed
I have not forgotten
Our heart
Our instrument
Our promise
As the wretchedness is remembered
As the promise is again broken
As the sun rises on another day
As the night passes without your death
I have not forgotten
Our wretchedness
Our promise
And my death
I
Want
You
Dead
You
Promised
You
Would
Join
Me
In
The End
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