You are standing by my grave ... crying .... sobbing .... dig your hands into the earth that covers my dead body ... you whisper something to me: Goths ... why? I love you so much!


You open your pocket ... take out a knife ... what do you want with it? The sun makes it shine ...


you trace the letters in my tombstone with your finger .... "Farewell friends" you say ...


Farewell ... the last thing you say before you take hold of the knife and stab it ... you scream .... cry .... want to see me .... blood pours out of the deep wound in your heart .. ... whisper my name again ... "Goten ... I love you"


You fall ... hearing nothing from your breath. .your body does not move ......


Goths .... I love you too ..... until death ... and even further ....