Standing underneath the moon, stars, and satellites.
The sky is falling but not for us, not tonight.

"We're a perfect match" I thought, "Your blue eyes and my blue heart."
And you can call us crazy if you want but we simply just got a head start.

Death is running through our veins, indefinitely ill.
For us it's real, just check the hospital bill.

A black blooded girl and broken-hearted boy.
But we accept the cruel hand we're dealt and still find joy.

We're starting over now. History is fiction.
Not even God can't touch us; we're out of his jurisdiction.

We were filed under "left for dead" so fate sewed us together with a needle and thread.

Baby, together we are invincible. We may bend, but we will not be broken.

I think I discovered the world in your hazel-amber eyes.
So charmingly handsome, you gaze my way and the feelings are inescapable - like ocean waves crashing over my body, taking my breath away in its freezing water...
And my mind wonders;

The way your long callused fingers push roughly into my hips. Its as though I'm drowning in their embrace with no air to be taken in between deep kisses
My body shivering under the subtle twitches of yours as I take you in and taste the salty sweat dripping down your neck, slipping between my lips
Our tongues twisting, our legs entwined, my hands tangled in your rippled raven locks desperately trying to hold you closer than our bodies will even allow.
To make you mine, to keep you in that moment; your breathing shallow, my nails buried deep in the skin stretched over your curved spine
Desperately grinding our bones together until we reach the break - finally coming to the surface, gasping for air, grasping one another...

Oh, with nothing more than a glance and that signature crooked smile you have me.
I am caught in your tide, desperately longing for the calm in the wake of your arms. The caress of our hearts pressed and each beat taking me down, holding me up, and blowing me away.

Rusty halos rest on some.
Not their fault, just the result of wear.
Living in the dark and dangerous slums,
Where hope dies and feeds despair.

Not their fault, just the result of wear.
Angels fade and demons grow.
Where hope dies and feeds despair.
Together we face the snow.

Angels fade and demons grow
The angels will fall ill
Together we face the snow
Plotting out the final ****.

The angels will fall ill.
Crushed by their own sins.
Plotting out the final ****
Putting on the victim’s skin.

Crushed by their own sins
Living in the dark and dangerous slums
Putting on the victim’s skin
Rusty halos rest on some