The red tears placidly falls from the excruciating wound
That you gently sketched behind me
Using my back as your living canvass
And your pencil was the cold knife enveloped with rust

The liquid diamond that my glass eyes painfully shed
Reminded me of dead moments brooding in my head
Moments of you trusting me with your love
The love that I longed for when I was breathing

Slow motion movies gently glides in my memory
Like fantastic patterns etched in my fate
Infinite passion suddenly fade
And your razorblade kisses slashed through my existence

All the red tears mischievously escaped through my wound
And life rapturously turned its back on me
Death is chained on my feet
Howling and growling for my doom