red, red is the blood
as red as my love
the gift I gave to you
the place I take you to
a secret place
full of red, red, red
the red of endless sorrows
and the fragmenting memories
of lost tomorrows
the red of broken
dreams
the red of fading screams
stifled in the depths of night
hungrily devouring the past
I will take
you there
to my secret place
and give you my love
so red
redder than the reddest rose
there is no turning back
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