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Gothic Love
Seeing the moon on your face
It makes my blood begin too race
I suddenly pull out my knife
Slowly I begin to end your life
Feeling the blood begin too pour
My hand begins to feel sore
Watching as your eyes look in disbelief
You are my final relief
Seeing how you begin to fade
I find myself licking the blade
Getting on my knees
Suddenly I whisper please
Feeling you grab the blade in your hand
Knowing you can barely stand
I feel the cold blade pierce my heart
Now I know we'll never be apart
Laying in your arms as we breath our last breath
Knowing well be together forever in death
It makes my blood begin too race
I suddenly pull out my knife
Slowly I begin to end your life
Feeling the blood begin too pour
My hand begins to feel sore
Watching as your eyes look in disbelief
You are my final relief
Seeing how you begin to fade
I find myself licking the blade
Getting on my knees
Suddenly I whisper please
Feeling you grab the blade in your hand
Knowing you can barely stand
I feel the cold blade pierce my heart
Now I know we'll never be apart
Laying in your arms as we breath our last breath
Knowing well be together forever in death
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