We would walk
Down the dim
Moonlit path
Speaking of
Fantasies

Things we wish
For and others
We don't want
Dreaming

Loving each other
With every ounce
Of human flesh
And holy soul

Living for each other
Mending the others
Jagged edges ripped
Apart by that very life

Knowing that somehow
Someway we're going
To love each other
No matter how much
Sticky blood is spilt