there were no lights....
just the moon....
shining on our bodies....
standing I'm a pool of our blood....
the romance....
kissing her ice cold lips....
her stabbing my wrists....
the shining blood....
going dizzy....
loss of blood....
but still kissing....
dieing....
but still kissing....
i want to end it....
end my life....
with her by my side....
i love her....
my Gothic angel....
all i see now....
is a black out-line....
taking my last breath....
she kisses my lips....
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