The End.

Wipe away the muddy footprints

clean the stained white sheets.

Leave no trace of my memory,

let no speck of me be left behind.

Broken are the chains of our love,

shattered bones of our soul.

Blood drips down the hands of the clock,

and drips to the bottom in strands.

I look over one last time

I promise the hole in my heart.

Take away the pain, I say;

keep away the sorrows

I have enough to carry me over,

enough of a broken heart.