I offer thee
thy crimson tears
to take away
florescent fears.
So drink my soul,
don’t suck too much,
for come daylight
we turn to dust.
In the evening,
out of the depths,
wrapped in fog,
our yearning crept.
Your skin on mine;
gained temptation.
The stakes growing;
life creation.
The heart skipping;
sealing the bond.
Releasing souls;
forever fond.
Sir, oh my heart!
We’ll never part.
For thy blood flow;
our piece of art.
The rush of wind;
art thou flying?
Unmastered act;
I’m still trying.
Shall I conquer?
Yes, Sir, will thou?
Romantic seals;
our wedding vows.
Eternal life;
thee immortal.
Thy beating heart;
crimson portal.
Oh, asked once more,
answer thy question.
Please accept thy
kind expression:
I offer thee
thy crimson tears.
Let me vanish
thou horrid fears?

