Brush your hair out of your face,
Looking up at me,
"Take my hand",
I wishper softly to you,
As You grab my hand and hold it tight,
To touch my lips,
Watch carfuly as they bleed before you,
Slowly sliding your tong across the skin,
As you Lick it away,
Your finger tips are like razors,
As they cut apart my flesh,
Your vocie is like acid,
It burns as it goes down,
Sing to me like you did before,
darlin where broken together,
We shall live for ever,
In hell are own,
And where now a part of one another,
Are gothic romance,
Together we shall dance,
To the melody of are souls,
No longer to fall alone,
Forever never stoping,
Are hearts will beat side by side,
are own eternal gothic romance. |
