I put my signature upon your lips.
Poison in our cups, I grab your hips and the fun begins.
Two maniac's carving names into each other's chest.
Your a graveyard queen and even in death we seek each other's company.
I wouldn't feel the difference between heaven and hell as long as I was with you.
You are mine and I am yours.
Two lost souls ripped apart from one another, would wonder endlessly in search of their better half.