6 a.m. Christmas morning.
No shadows,
no reflections here.
Lying cheek to cheek
in your cold embrace.
So soft and so tragic
as a slaughterhouse.
You press the knife
against your heart.
And say,
“I love you, so much you must kill me now.”
I love you
so much
you must kill me now.
If I was your vampire,
certain as the moon,
instead of killing time,
we’ll have each other
until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
across your face,
because I think
our time has come.
Digging your smile apart
with my spade-tounge.
The hole is where the heart is.
We built this tomb together,
and I won’t fill it alone.
Beyond the pale
everything is black,
no turning back.
If I was your vampire,
certain as the moon,
instead of killing time,
we’ll have each other
until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
across your face,
because I think
our time has come
Blood-stained sheets
in the shape of your heart,
this is where it starts…
Blood-stained sheets
in the shape of your heart,
this is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
Here comes the moon again.
6:19 and I know I’m ready
Drive me off the mountain.
You’ll burn,
I’ll eat your ashes.
The impossible wheels seducing
our corpse.
If I was your vampire,
certain as the moon,
instead of killing time,
we’ll have each other
until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
across your face,
because I think
our time has come.
this is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
Here comes the moon again.
Here comes the moon again.
this is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
Here comes the moon again.
Here comes the moon again.
Here comes the moon again.
Here comes the moon again.