We’ll meet in a graveyard late at night. He’ll be the strong, dead, silent type. I’ll fall to pieces at the cut of his jib. He’ll stitch me back together, as monsters we shall live!
We’ll go to the drive-in on our very first date in a ’53 Cadillac reading BRAINZ on the plate. Our favorite haunting flick upon the big screen creates a horrified crowd as we drive on the scene.
We’ll find a vacant spot where we can snuggle up close. He’ll hold my hand, I’ll hold his heart, eyes, and nose. From betwixt two fingers, he’ll give me a wink. The greenish tinge of my skin will blush a soft pink.
We’ll follow Lover’s Lane up to Dead Man’s Bluff, though the vibe will be alive quite strangely enough. A heavy fog will start to creep up the steamy windows of the Cadi’s backseat.
We’ll see a shooting star streak across the sky and watch as it crash lands in the woods nearby. He’ll take me then, to the crypt I call home. We’ll dance beneath the moonlight, two monsters un-alone.