In Death We Will Be

My heart beats fast,
For I know what we have,
Simply can not last,

Sure I'd die for you,
But you always make me blue,
So I would rather kill you,

My soul cracks like a tombstone,
As I weigh out my love and hate,
And that send a chill to my bone,

For I just cant pick,
To either be with or away,
My god this is making me sick!

But then I form an idea,
One that will satisfy my confused heart,
Oh what a marvelous idea!

I will make you a corpse,
But on that same day,
As my mind begins to warp,

Our live will be entwine,
By two gold rings,
And I will drink some poisonous wine.