The scarlet of the blood
The crimson in my cheeks
another shade to my sin
not the love—as it seems
The beauty of the pride
The youth of my lust
has no boundaries to reach
with the calm inside, that is left to rust
The scarlet of the blood
The crimson in my cheeks
another shade to my sin
not the love—as it seems
The beauty of the pride
The youth of my lust
has no boundaries to reach
with the calm inside, that is left to rust