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Black sky with dying stars fading to shadows,
Like those reflecting from the jack-o-lanterns,
My heart dies, my life writhes in confusion,
Yet the joy of Halloween greets me,
The leather and chains have apeared on my bed,
Eyeliner applies itself to my eyes carefully,
The black dye fixes itself in my hair,
My pale skin shows the nights of walking,
Throung grave yards and forgotten houses,
No fear exists, for it is now my weapon,
Death does not frighten me,
For I am already dead,
Let me walk amongst graves,
Let the ankh around my neck hang proudly,
Fish nets are upon her arms and legs,
Hair covers her eyes, a black silk,
The length running down her back,
As I hold her cold hands, I notice the wounds,
The cuts upon both of our skin,
We embrace with each other as we do with pain,
As we kiss, blood trickes down our lips,
Black clothing is wraped around our gaunt bodies,
We stand amongst corpses forgetting that we still live,
Black lips touch, white skin rubs against white skin,
Love is no more than an escape from pain,
Yet we fuel our love with our pain.