Watch the morning Sun
Just as he rises above the sea
He taints the ocean red
With all the blood you see

In his full bathtub
Silently he sits
Taking the knife in his hand
The opposite wrist he slits

The Moon intensely watches
As his blood boils the sea
She didn’t try to stop him
She just let him bleed

So deviant
As she gifted him her blade
She drove him to do it
With the mind games she played

Sick of borrowing her light
From the perfect Sun
She drove him to do it
She forced his blood to run