Fright Night - The Blood

The Blood

This is all I before your feet can present...
Breathing the smoke of the funeral pyre
Unavailing offer to gods of your descent...
Blood is my gift to your altar of fire.

This is all I before your feet can present...

Crimson light from my heart outside doth shine
Hazes of scarlet now shroud my sight
I shall no more be, cease the light of life divine.
And the venomous tears they burn and bite.

And a scar is left from those colours of thine.

All I desired-
To live without pain and sin
I dreamed of virtue I dreamed of savior within...

This is all I before your feet can present...
Thus disillusioned by what you are now...
You have nothing, no pity. You laugh and resent
Seeing me wounded, my blood pouring down
Being all I before your feet can present...

I just hope as I bleed that your turn will come
Turning from master to a tortured slave.
Someone leaving you to bleed as a toy undone.
Will you recall then those whom you could save?!
Oh how I would like then to see and feel as it will run
Your
Blood...

The nature of love is simple.
Romantic feelings are caused by a combination of chemicals produced in a human brain.
If all the conditions are right the real quality of the object doesn't really matter.
Thus- attraction is never a choice.
But sometimes it becomes a doom. A doom they have to carry to the end.