This is my gift to you
To bring end to the torment
Of this combative life
In a shade of crimson
The beauty
In shared misery
I just want to see through your eyes
As every ounce of blood runs barren from their shell
And to send a final message to the wretched defamers
The hurt
The hurt is due
The hurt is due
I will watch them languish
And I will watch them writhe
I’ll kill for you