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.