I draw the blood and I draw our fate,
Cherishing candle wax and broken plates.
The blood that drips and slips off my hands,
The blood that I could never hate.
I seal my scrapes with my burning ***,
The red has now possessed its bottom.
But the knife looks at me with all the love it has got,
It is my spouse, it is my mate.
Crimson and crazy, do I adore this frenzy?
My own mind and senses, I berate.
"You have got to quit", -What!
I rule this body, my death shall be rimey.
"Death awaits, your fate is yet to see", -she states.

I draw the blood and I draw our fate,
I despise it but do I value the wait?
Or if we are lucky, they will look at our face.
God allows mercy and grace,
We shall live to see better days.
Crimson and crazy, do I adore this frenzy?
Boston and Venice, keep living in cities this empty.
But the knife looks at me with all the love it has got,
It is my spouse, it is my Loveknot.