In a life where everything I see is red,
And everything I hear are screams,
I can't help but laugh as I lie in bed,
At the sight of my blood red dreams.

Blood is my only friend,
it's crimson color brimming with life,
Blood is with me even in the end,
Gushing from my wounds and at the tip of my knife.

I bring death wherever I go,
For death is beautiful and bright,
The scarlet liquid's slow flow,
Makes my heart feel just right.

An insane dream it may be,
But even now I still laugh,
When the thought of blood comes to me,
And shows to me my crimson life.