Dark is drawing near,
We're standing together,
Hand in hand,
Facing each other,
Watching the tears stream down our masked faces,
Cleaning up the hatred,
And the feeling of being alone,
Our lips press against each others,
Our love seems so intertwined,
Pushing our lips so softly,
It is then we draw the blades,
We pull them out slowly,
And while we kiss,
We force the blade in,
Deeper and deeper,
Oh so fast the blade disappears,
Pools of blood litter the floor,
Finally we die,
And we are not alone. |
