• The red drops of the kindred.
    The stains of disaster.
    Watch their eyes.
    They shout your sins.
    They laugh endlessly at your violent ending.
    Faster you hopelessly try running.
    Quickly your heart moves.
    Not for long!
    Not for love!
    Their disembodied voices crackled with an evil, sadistic intent.
    Why? You ask in a soft whimper.
    All of this was in vain.
    Now come willingly to your demise.
    Come to my scarlet stained fingertips.
    Look upon me, look upon the one you love.
    Watch me slowly take your life.
    Like you took mine.... ~