She was a graveyard gal, been to hell and back
Most beautiful demon I'd ever seen in black
Her tattoos told a story, one of great sadness
and her cutter scars added, more to her madness

But I was so taken by her, her love was a happy beast
Inviting me into her heart, for love's sweet sacred feast
Our new bond was epic, we were one with all
Blinded by bliss, I didn't see the writing on the wall . . .

She told me out of the clear blue one night
on our shadow moon drive

          " I'm so out of touch with life
            I actually enjoy being alive "

Yeah she was a vast ocean of darkness
I was just a simple sparking flare
She was not the Dreamgirl I wished for
more like a Wet Nightmare

But I loved Her deeply
Her disturbed mind as well
A penny for Her thoughts
meant buying a ticket to hell

She was plagued by imaginary creatures
one she called 'Berserker'
I guess it had the body of a snail
and the head of a social worker

She wanted to be a famous dark poet
and slowy drink herself to death
But she would just stare at her blank journal
while smoking shitloads of meth

She'd steal my money to buy the dope
anything from a dollar to a penny
the worst part of  that whole deal
she'd never even save me any

And she'd insist we plan a cemetery wedding
everytime she'd get drunk
I wasn't too keen on human sacrifice
for that I'd get punched in the junk

Bedtime was always intimate mayhem
she'd become a fetish-fueled housewife
later I'd be smoking an after-cig
and she'd walk around talking to a knife

Eventually I surprised her with a gold ring
to show her the depth of my love
She smiled and gave me something too
a dead white dove 

At that point I finally blew like a bomb
I said some things I truely regret . . .

That shattered look on her sweet little face
is something I'll never forget . . .

She didn't say one word to me
She just slowly wandered away
I shouted out Lover-like apologies
But she still had nothing to say

I sat in bed and waited all night
I wanted her to come back home
I saw she left her ring on the sink
next to the spermicide foam

Then I caught that strange odor
the kind that will just linger
on closer inspection I noticed
Her ring kept her bloody finger

I picked it up and kissed it
tears welled up as I put it away
way back in the freezer
she'll need it again someday

because  today is the day I go
to show Her how much I really care
I will search on forever
til I find my wild Wet Nightmare . . .