I see you,
you come out an open grave,
you walk over the graveyard.
Slowly,
it changes,
in a nightmare.
You bay a large knife.
All the people,
that ever hurted you,
you cut open.
You take there blood,
and put it in a bottle.
Then you walk,
into my room,
you take two glaces,
and you fill them with blood.
Then you whisper,
a few words in my ear.
I smile,
You smile back.
Without saying anything,
we told,
how much we loved eachother.
Then when,
the sun comes up,
you're gone.
I open my eyes,
try to search you,
but you're gone.
You went back,
over the graveyard,
into your grave.