19 May 2012
Rain, rain, go away, Because of you the pain will stay. Slit my throat, cut out my heart, Leave me here, tear it apart.
I don’t need you anymore… Is what I think while tears pour. I hate you like I hate my life; But love is what cuts like a knife.
Love is death and death is you; Its pain stains like a black tattoo. Those memories come back again And bind me in the ropes of pain.
Crimson blood streams down my head Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread, To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…
...Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.
Crimson Blood! • Opuss № I