Hands stained in blood,
Have mercy for the one I killed.
Blood trickling down my sleeves.
Drip...
Drip...
And
Drip...

Caressing her body.
The angels put her to sleep.
The pool of red wine,
I bathe on it indeed.

I lend a loan,
To her feeble heart,
Blind and naive,
She took us too far.

Disjoint from reality.
The warmth-
A cold autumn breeze.
Haunted by her demons,
I set her free,