Love of mine.
Someday you will die.
But I'll be close behind.
I'll follow you into the dark.
No blinding lights.
Or tunnels of gates to white.
Just our hands clasped so tight.
Waiting for the hint of a spark.

If Heaven and Hell decide
that they both are satisfied
and illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
and if their's no one beside you
when your soul embarks
I'll follow you into the dark.

No I didn't die. Im just tired of the internet.
I work thursday-sunday.
come see me and I'll give you free candy.