At first we were torn apart By the totalitarian Omnipresent regime Forced to hide Forced to wait For a time to safely escape We watched our families, being executed Butchered and then buried, inches away Our unexpected fortunes Belittled by what would happen today Alas, we were separated But we later found each other In the Promised Land No sanctum The unholy malignancy devoured them both so slowly Our loved ones tortuously faded right before our eyes With our hands linked tight We somehow managed to endure What began as a budding friendship Began to blossom A second wind prompted us To begin again And towards a new life we were thrust To simple abode which we shared But as the years trickled by We were simply forgotten Those whom we, sacrificed So much for, had abandoned us The curse of the wretched living Our bodies began to whither But at least we had each other The painful memories From our past Made what would come That much harder A pact was born A plan was set Would eighteen floors Be high enough When the morning came I helped her out from her chair And held her hand Taking in the late October air We made our way Up onto the railing We embraced, one last time And together we leapt to die Bound in Rigor Mortis For all Eternity At least until they pried us apart