Our Gothic Bed

I lost my friend
I lost my lover
I lost the only women that made my heart shutter.

I miss your Scent
I miss your Breasts
I miss the way your Porcelain hands felt.

I dream of our Gothic bed
I dream of your hands around my Neck
I dream of your glazing eyes, as I whispered my lewd intent.

Darling, My words echo into the darkness of a hallow grave,
As our union is only reserved for the mighty and brave.