I know she dwells in the shadows
I look for her always at the chimes of midnight
she leaves me with thoughts of her
with a razor blade and shaving cream

I think her as insane as me
I have watched her cut the throats of chickens
oh she is one as dark as me
and not all as it seems with our night screams

Our pain has been our strength
we have both suffered for far too long
I will love her we I die,and never to lie
we are of the darkest of night screams

We make love in our double coffin
just me and her no one else could fit in
so then we close the lid and do many things obscene
so no one does hear our night screams


By Christos Andreas |Kourtis aka NeonSolaris