I was once a lover
A quiet kind of peace
Yes I was a lover once
But it was just a dream

I was once a killer
My bloodied hands were cold
But I was warm despite it all
For in my lovers arms he’d hold me

Another poem that needs to be told
In the quiet peace of the early morning
Our gloved hands picked apart rotted corpses
In the soft glances and gentle whispers
Our love grew silent, gentle, bold

In mourning, in mourning
My darkened face covered by a veil of night
In the morning
My kind killer vanished without a sound or sight
As I awoke
In the dark and the cold
Awoke in a universe that’s never seen our love

Yes I knew a killer once
His hair was dark his eyes were ice
And true he was a monster
But so was I

And he was my lover once
Smiling at me across the room
Speaking to me so gentle as
He taught me everything he knew

Another poem that needs to be told
How cruel the lonely’s fantasies
To imagine something so full of peace
To enter such a surreal dream
In which two monsters’s darkest secrets
Birthed such a beautiful scene

In mourning, in mourning
My darkened face covered by a veil of night
In the morning
My kind killer vanished without a sound or sight
As I awoke
In the dark and the cold
Awoke in a universe that’s never seen our love

In mourning in mourning
How do I move on from something that was just so right
In the morning
I cried into my pillow my fists clenched so tight
After I woke
In the dark and the cold
Trapped in a universe that’s never seen our love
Alone in a universe that’s never seen our love