Wrong.
Right by the side of the bed our clothes were hanging dry;
I felt a noodle in my guts, yet my eyes couldn’t cry.
Right there beside me was a man of hopes and dreams and blazing light;
Too bad he didn’t knew the void he carried deep inside.
Right where I was, in front of me, there where the mirror stood;
I saw the eyes wide with surprise of one sweet killer rose bud.