For the death of Juliette....

Drink for the unreal death, drink to come back again on the hour of the hours before spent dieing to just make sure that true love is kept living until I am to awaken, and to awaken my love must not be dead, for I am trapt, condemed, and to the end, be alone, with just the memories of her sweet kisses, my hand caressing what she is, and her name is just her title, and the title echos through my mind, at the top of my thoughts, till my lonely end.