You checked my armor.
It was worn and tattered. It wasn't going to last.
But I assured you I was going to be okay.

You checked my weapons.
Just my balled up fists. Sweat and blood filled the creases in my hands. They couldn't do any damage.
I assured you I was going to be okay.

You wiped my face.
Composing a masterpiece on my skin.
Using the ocean from my eyes like war paint, you traced your fingers on my cheeks to my ears then down my jaw line, to my neck and straight to my heart.

I promise you that I'll be okay.

Because we both knew in that moment, that I'd be back to find you.
Where you'll compose a masterpiece using that salty elixir like war paint and my skin the canvas.
You're signature, that passion filled kiss, proving that I'm yours. And yours only.

I'll never stop fighting for you, my love.

Baby if I die, if I die will you meet me
in Heaven or Hell.
It doesn't really matter to me.

If you do meet me in Hell,
I'd let the eternal flames lick my soul
if it meant having you forever
by my side.

And if you meet me in Heaven,
all the better.
We would finally have our place in the stars,
like you always dreamed.

But if you choose to stray from my eyes
let it be known,
Heaven or Hell, demon or angel,
my heart still longs for you.
Your everlasting touch.

Do you remember sailing on that dark and stormy sea?
The salty water covered you like a blanket with every breaking wave.

That's when you found me. Or I guess I found you.

You saw me shining while you were on that dark and stormy sea.
I loomed over the coast, illuminating what I could.

There I was, love, your lighthouse. Your savior.

I thought I could be your home.
But I showed you my treacherous rocks. That deceiving beach I called my own.

I was your lighthouse. And I did my job.

We both knew you wouldn't crash your boat and drown in my twisted love.

And so I watched you sail away on that dark and stormy sea.
Away from certain death, that salty water covering you like a blanket with every breaking wave.

So here I wait, burning brightly and searching always, my head on a swivel.  
Pouring my light out on that dark and stormy sea.

Searching only for you.

We all have our demons inside of us.

I just happened to swallow the devil.

I remember how we used to paint.
You painted with the black,
as if you had every colour of the rainbow in your possession.

Oh, how we used to paint.
With our bodies.
And our love, we painted.

At the corners of your smile, the ocean of blue crept out.
When you laughed, that lovely red exploded.
When your eyes lit up, the yellow of the afternoon sun leaked.

Now, I cry, a storm of magnificent purple.
I sweat, a fiery orange that burns my skin.
A deep forest green ready to drip off of my lips.

Can't you see? To be all that I am, I need you.

Did we really only paint with black?

I'm no religious man by any means

But if I were to be, you'd be my goddess

And I'd speak to you through love