it was all my fault you were drenched in crimson you just laid there motionless not a single strand of your snow white hair left unpainted with redβ so still so pitiful so unnerving so remorseful so convenient and so **** sad that you're still bleeding. clutching to what's left of your poor masochistic breath as if you're too sure that this time i'll hear you out... why won't you be? i was so sure you'd be shouting it out anyway. just like how you scream 'go to hell' or 'go **** yourself' or 'die now please' or 'you look like a taxi in that suit' or 'i hate you' or 'i love you' you'd scream everything. always. like when you said 'i'll always be there for you' and 'i hope you never come back' when you were hurt you'd shout curses like a prayer when you were drunk you'd screech songs like a drifting car. but right then you whispered. and you whispered so softly it was more unbelievable than the fact that i heard it more clealy more soundly than the time you screamed 'i'm done putting up with you.' "tell me a little lie" "and tell me you'll never" "ever leave me this time." and you were so peaceful this one single exeptional time as you tried ever so unsettlingly to catch your breath. i simply couldn't resist. "i promise." "i'll never leave you." "ever." "cross my heart and hope to die." but you never did listen did you? it was all your fault i'm drenched in crimson