• The ruby red beating of your blood, much like a fountain,

    Fascinates me so.

    I long to see it flow for me,

    From that steady sleeping heart.

    I take my blade, your devoted Gift to me.

    Your sleeping form reflects,

    The pureness of your blood soul.

    Time, my sweet, passes ever so fast,

    I fear that we will be torn apart.

    Fear not, my love, for this blade seals the deal.

    I plunge it down, the crimson staining our sheets.

    You never felt it, the quite stab, the pain.

    The blade touched my tongue,

    Its sweetness poisoning me.

    A maroon lake spreads, your body whitens,

    As I savor the sweet aphrodisiac of your blood.

    I know you will never leave me now.

    My sweet crimson angel.