• Dark thoughts of love press against him.
    No love pressing on that empty heart.
    No saying I love you ever and even last days.
    No cure for a broken heart.
    Not even the prettiest women out there.
    The day of love was not cured.
    The darkest memory wasn’t the least thought of his thoughts.
    His thoughts were full of her but she is gone.
    She had died from a car crash.
    He went on a killing spring.
    Some say he never found the killer.
    Some say he killed himself.
    Some say he had a heart attack and die.
    Her soul would haunt everyone until the day of her death.
    Dark thoughts of love press against him.
    No open mind of love of finding another women.
    Love he would repeat to himself.
    But what was love to him after she was gone.
    He would look out his window hours be on hours.
    Painful words rush thou his head.
    Painful flashbacks of her site of death.
    They came back over and over.
    He was rushed to the hospital.
    Blood pouring out of his wrists.
    Blood pouring out of his legs.
    They gave him some meds.
    Then they gave him some bandages to stop the blood.
    Some of the blood stops as they apply on the blood.
    Then they arrive to the lobby of the hospital.
    Then gave him a breathing machine.
    Then they bring him on a bed.
    Then they gave more bandages.
    More then wrapped his wounds.
    More they heal him up.
    Some magical power was healing him.