I see in his pupils,
The last fluid of crimson...

I deem that your words are ultimate,
To the words that are vocal to the soul imprinted...

I grab your nightgown,
As the force pulls you close to the wall...

Like the threatening steak of love,
Your eyes are filled like coated crimson...

Delicately stroking my hair,
Before my eyes close the white gush of crimson...

The innocence of unbearable coldness,
Shall fill my body in devotion you provide me...

She clutches her friend's crimson hand by the...
Her quivering body aches...