You look splendid darling,
Red suits you well.
The color of passion,
The color of Hell...
You look marvelous dearest
As if you're wrapped in blood,
The scent on your skin
Is awakening within
The dormant monster's twin: Infatuation.
You're but an angel, love
Your heart still on your sleeve
Yet all I can imagine
The red monster within
Has ripped his chains again,
You make me tear my flesh
So that the blood inside
Can finally keep you safe.
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