your presence creates a boiling within my bones, inflicting scars upon my mind, poisoning my heart, it fills me with crimson brighter than the sun, I've tried to cleanse it, but every time I almost wash away your sins, you refill my cup with more of this crimson paint. You were my flower, I was your seed, I emerged from your body alive and innocent, but my innocence has become yours, and your innocence is an illusion