20 September 2012
Half full of blood sunset, And half full of cold ice, A dash of gold, A splash of ink, And moonlight will suffice.
A swirl of burnt silver, And a twilight spike of death, And the morning sun, Euphoric fun, Will draw upon your breath.
Just a single drop of venom, Mixed with half a cup of tears, And a strand of light, From caffeine night, Will drain away the years.
Crimson Brew • Opuss № I