~This pose is not original, meaning i didnt come up with it, but didnt trace it, but really which ones are anymore~

They say that true love never dies, and well it seems that at least now its true...
we were murdered, but never our love, our bodies were broken but never our spirit...
So rise out of that grave that is your sorrow as dig my way out of mine

We shall meet under the moon of red as the light comes to a close...
Dont worry about those stiches, for even with my sewed up eyes i can see you are beautiful
Yes we are dead, but dont let it worry you, for you have my heart, and i have yours

Our lives have expired, but our love keeps us going, your rotted flesh keeps me warm
So put your hand in mine, and lets dance this night away to the music of the night
because baby, there is no where id rather be, then right here dead with you.

~Zzak