His are eyes are bright and glowing
His hands are on her hips
His tainted blood is flowing
Into her cold dead lips
The world around her is fading
He's all that she can see
The walls she put up are caving
Now she can finally be free
Her death is just the beggining
Of their never-ending lives
Neither one can be living
If the other cannot survive
They walk now in the shadows
Of the graveyard where they lay
They whisper sweetly in the hollows
Where their dressed up corpses decay
They share their ghostly kisses
At last with no one critisizing
Neither one of them misses
The ones who stopped their harmonizing.
Even Ghosts Have Love Songs
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