• There is a way in which
    insanity no longer stands
    between two lovers.
    The world could not
    hold you back
    when life meant loss.
    It is you that I
    can not live without.
    Yet it seems
    we can never be together,
    as I am a living girl in black,
    and you are my angel.
    Heaven is red.
    A violent red.
    And missing you
    is so familiar.
    You painted your afterlife red
    with the blood dripping
    from your lifeless lips.
    Maybe someday soon
    I’ll be with you again.
    It’s you I can’t be without.
    The sight of you
    in pain was torture.
    There was only one way in which
    insanity no longer stands
    between gothic lovers.
    You were sane.
    You painted a world
    with our failed love.
    Heaven is red.
    A violent red.