Your skin was illuminated by the green lights,
like a seventies serial killer
and it made my legs shake.

My eyes roamed your glowing skin.
I was lost in a galaxy of never ending beauty.
Your cryptic soul unveiled itself
as you exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

I felt as though you could feel the fire
spreading through my flustered cheeks.
I couldn't put together words
to explain my wonder of your unblemished perfection.

But I could just muster up the words,
"You look like a serial killer."
and a sinful grin spread across your face.
That's when I knew you were just like me.

I dreamt in every shade of grey,
A world of darkness,
A universe of black .

Little did I know you were a painter.
You hung canvases in my soul
And drew stars in my eyes.

You are the rainbow
In my world of black and white.

He was murdered brutally
and left for dead.
The carcass still remains.
But the thing that lives beneath
Is no longer the same.

I'd like to take a razor
And cut into your skin
To see the blood run out from within.

I'd like to see you wince in pain
From the deep cuts I'd carve
Just to make sure you're still alive.

I had it all together.
In just a year I'd be living with you,
waking up to your beautiful face every morning.
I'd be up all night doing college homework
and you'd be working on cars.
We'd take care of each other
and make plans to get married.

It's kind of funny how things work out.
How one day you have your whole life
and the next we don't know what to do.
You're just a lovely memory now.

Somewhere inside of us
I think we always knew the end would come.