The two parts of the death by spuffy the vampire
 
 
Chapter #1 - The two parts of the death
 
The two parts of the death
Spike

I remember the night when she died, that was the day when my only light of hope was extinguished.

I know that I am a monster, but you treated me like a man.

Without her I’m not more than a monster.

I treated to help her, treated to save her sister, but I could not.

So, I wait for her every night, I wait for her to appears in my dreams and see if this time I can save her, because every night I save her.

Heaven whit you

I treat to make it better
I put white roses in your grave
But you are gone
You are sleeping in heaven
The angels are so lucky
Because the watch smile at night

So, babe, don´t close the door of heaven for me
I will betray my friend the devil
And will put my demons to rest for you
Because this hell of city don´t look so good without you

The past is gone
The present is very bad
And the future don´t look so good from here
So let me day whit you for the rest of the night
Let me dance whit you one last night

Wherever I was …I was happy…at peace…I think I was in heaven


Buffy

I let him died, which is what I think every night

I understand with perfect clarity what you are. You’re a hell of a woman. You are the one, Buffy.

Yes, I am the one that kill him, the one that love him and lost him.
Yes, I am a hell of a woman.

You are beneath me…you are soulless monster…you are a thing…I will never love you.

But guesses what, I did love you, and I love you.

Broken

Broken…
Thais the way I been from that day
My live is not the same
I don´t sleep at night
And when I do,
I dream about you

The shades in the room are my companions
The time past and I don´t care
I live for the day and not for the future
All I can do is hope for you to come back
But I know that is not going to happen


So, here in the dark is where I belong
And this loneliness that I feel is like a curse
This loneliness is like my destiny

If I could choose when my dead will be
then I will choose this time, this moment,
this silent, and this loneliness to dead,
to finally rest in pace to your side.

Maybe we will be together, maybe in another time or in another live.

Maybe this time we will make right.