Beautiful as the blood dripping from my arm, the dress she wore the color of scarlett. Hugging her like a second skin, flowing marvelously around her feet in such beauty. Her hourglass frame a ticking time bomb, her sinful smile the fuse. The beauty of fatality, a posionous, venomous muse. Have mercy upon my soul, dear Mercy of mine. Lovely bones covered in flesh, tongue as sharp as a knife. Hands that grip the heart that beats, eyes of honey fire. Catch me please for when I fall, head first towards desire.