I was there, on that ground,
Screwing up my life.
As you watched, my body crumbled,
I broke your heart, my wife.
2 years on, your on your own,
As I look down on you.
You follow in my footsteps now,
As you normally do,
But here I am, up these stairs,
Im crying, ill admit, its true.
I hate myself with all my heart,
The same one that no longer beats.
Your death, it seems is inevitable,
And soon I know, we will meet.
Its time my love,
You have grown far too frail.
But still you hold on in all this pain,
I cringe at your every wail.
I destroyed you and thats why I know,
Heaven is not all that great.
In fact, I think that:
Heaven is Jail.