She wore a Velvet dress,
a beautiful Burgundy,
on the day she broke your Heart.

With a glass of Wine on one hand,
and Stained Blade in the other.
You crawled to your Rusty old car,
drove yourself to the Fire Station,
and as you were driving,
you passed every Stop on the way,
arrived and pleaded they'd help you.

Only you realized the station was abandoned, unoccupied,
and uninhabited like Mars.

Suddenly worry Blushed over your face,
disgraced of the consequences of being human,
you never thought you'd Bleed your own Blood.
If Santa Claus were real,
perhaps he would bring you back.
Undeniably,
the truth had to be accepted.

Forensics got to work the next day,
they got straight to collecting their samples,
taking pictures,
the DNA of your ****** Valentine untraced,
I guess she escaped.
Your fate decided,
in heaven when you wake.